Capricious

Having assured people that the fact that more than two people now read my blog would not affect my blogging style or lack thereof, I began wondering if I would crack under the pressure. I mused on it for a while and figured that the only solution to a problem of performance under pressure or high expectations is to the set the bar low. Waaaaay low. Once I thought of this, I realized that I had this thing in the bag. One thing I excel at is precisely this - setting the bar low! The method that I picked to achieve the same was to delve into the details of my happening suburban life. Which brings us to today's subject. My sweatshirt. My new blue sweatshirt. It's AWESOME. I love it. To begin with, it is blue. You will recall, my dear reader, from a previous post that I favor this color. The sky is blue. Most water bodies are blue. Violets, contrary to what their name suggests, are blue. Bluebells, much as their name suggests, are blue. Copper sulphate too is blue. My new sweatshirt is blue. This sweatshirt shall be the new golden boy then. It is comfortable and blue and when I've said that, I've said everything to indicate how awesome it is. And now I need to get back to Jon Krakauer.

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Void said…
Hey, firstly I am still reading your blogs .. since they can be about anything . i think u should blog about a football game (american) sometime .. sit and see some game with someone who knows the game (like paul) and then try to understand the rules, strategies and stuff and then post your thoughts .. what say ?
September 21, 2008 at 12:12 PM
SK said…
Krakauer, attagirl! unputdownable, isn't it? and i didn't even ask you which one it was. also, amen to the blue. it is like the color that, while all other colors flash and dance and scream to draw tiresome attention to themselves, sits demurely just hoping to catch your eye perchance.
September 22, 2008 at 7:43 PM
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