I came across my Moleskine today. I bought it years ago but never got as much use from it as i thought i would. It cost me $17 then- which was a lot of money to me at the time. Anyway, i found this passage in the first pages.<\/p>\n
It’s the 1st Saturday in May, 2005.<\/p>\n
I’ve just bought the book you have in your hands now. I don’t expect greatness to come out of it nor for it to do for me what countless notebooks before this one have failed to do.<\/p>\n
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however, given what i paid for it, an hours wage & some change, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for me to expect SOMETHING more.<\/p>\n
Perhaps if nothing else, this book will have a touch more class than my usual spiral bound notebooks which usually becomes a battleground for the noodle in my head that i call a brain.<\/p>\n
I’m finishing off an average cup of joe at Boyd’s @ the corner of Flanders and 11th Avenue. Winter is officially gone & spring is her usual volatile self. A dark canopy ebbs and flows, letting sunlight warm me for a few seconds before the heatless sun returns [edit: this makes no sense- but i think i was trying to say the sun was on me but not quite warming me] . The streetcar light just went by with its usual steel and electric vocabulary and as for me, i’m getting tired of this cup of coffee. I wish Boyd’s the best but if this medium roast is indeed medium, then their dark roast is probably about as bitter as lickcing a battery post.<\/p>\n
Yummers.<\/p>\n
It’s past 7:30 pm Saturday night. For reasons i’ve yet to understand, i’ve allowed my neighbor **** to talk me into running errands along with him. We couldn’t be more different in several ways. he HATES silence; silence for me is a warm coat i like to keep on so i can think. He loves asking me questions for which i have absolutely no opinion on or prefer to keep my thoughts private.<\/p>\n
If you were to put him on an island with no cigarettes, booze, coffee or anyone to constantly jibber jabber with, i believe he would spontaneously combust, implode and go insane within 15 minutes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I came across my Moleskine today. I bought it years ago but never got as much use from it as i thought i would. It cost me $17 then- which was a lot of money to me at the time. Anyway, i found this passage in the first pages. It’s the 1st Saturday in May, … <\/p>\n