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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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we're all stocked up on crazy over here
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Tired, at last. Going to sleep soon. It will be a good one.

Tomorrow, only one errand and some cleaning. A look at my bank account and I shake my head. Where are the 2000 dollar paycheques I used to get twice a month.

I'll be taking a job that will bring that kind of money back. I'll squirrel it away, I don't have any need for things, it's all just...stuff. Access baggage.

Freaking flashlight...

p.s Anyone ever see The World According to Garp? It has the be THE worst novel to film adaptation I have ever seen. Talk about butchering a great story.....ugh

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  • Blogger Peter says so:
    Thursday, February 08, 2007 3:20:00 PM  

    I dunno. John Irving is a very hit and miss writer. When he's on, he's excellent, but when he's not... Maybe the film actually saved a bad novel. top

  • Blogger Gish says so:
    Sunday, February 11, 2007 9:07:00 PM  

    I know, I know. But I really really liked this book. There is no way to make it into a great movie unless they did it in this day and age.

    The 1980's were so restrictive when it comes to sex, etc. And how the hell can one shoot a scene that explains how Garp came to be?? That would be....weird.

    Anyway. I dig this book. I don't think it was a bad novel. top