"It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?" - Charles Bukowski
Ah, Friday. The most nectary day of the week. It's not quite a normal weekday, and it's not quite the weekend. People have a little more life in their step, the world's assholes act more like dicks and almost any girl will look 10% prettier than any other day of the week. Everything has an air of suspense to it....what will the weekend bring? How will we set the tone tonight?
Of course, that doesn't really apply to those of us who dare go very long without working, but it's nice to see your friends in a good mood for a change. The dull treachery and misery that is heaped on you poor people every day is largely responsible for your sometimes erratic and narcissistic behavior. If you don't believe me....try quitting. It will work wonders on you.
On the whiskey front, an important discovery was made in Antarctica of all places. Read about it here. To claim that this is "a gift from the heavens" is an understatement.
I leave you with a Snail Kite digiscoped at Florida's Lake Marion last fall. You may wish to ponder the message it sends. Good luck to you this weekend, whatever you do. I'm going up to Arcata tomorrow to hide behind the Redwood Curtain and be forced to listen to a lot of bad reggae and bad metal. Talk about a dichotomy.....
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