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Tim Cahill - Jaguars Ripped My Flesh
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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More travel literature.
Humorous and wry short stories and anecdotes from a writer for Outside magazine, an anthology of his articles and adventures from the 70's and 80's. Enjoyable. Reassuring in the sense that he lets us know that there's still much to be explored and discovered. Some of the stories are more anecdotes, some are more carefully fleshed out and researched, all are worthwhile.
They inspire the spirit of adventure....
I'd give it 2 bananas.
Scotch, Tylenol, Advil, Ibuprofen
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I've a toothache.
Nasty, nasty toothache. And while I'm taking a veritable concert of medications (currently on the Scotch and Advil Mix), it's still there.
After you take the pill, an hour, maybe two, where you forget that it's there. Well, not forget, but you feel pretty good comparatively.
Then it begins to throb, intermittent.
Occasional waves of fever as the bacteria attack the body. I'm pretty sure I'll live but it's unpleasant nonetheless.
I swill my mouth with diet pop, salt water, Listerine, Scotch.
I can't brush, can't even think of brushing at the moment...
26 days until benefits kick in. I'm pretty sure it'll be gone in the next 2 or three days; but I have a huge phobia of dentists. Immense phobia. Early experiences with modern dentistry, all unpleasant, I'd just as soon see a barber or shoemaker for the extraction and necessary repairs. Couldn't hurt more and would probably cost a hell of a lot less.
So forgive me for not writing at greater length. I can't talk, I have a toothache.
Garage Sale 2010 - Week 5
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I overslept.
I never, ever oversleep on Garage Sale day, but I've come down with a major toothache, the extra-strength Tylenol's, Advil Gel-caps and bottle of Scotch only slightly numbing the pain, but such a fine buffet of painkillers did help me to sleep in.
Despite the late start a few worthwhile ones - hundreds dotting the city, but went for the area along the Elbow river - the first sale a bunch of interesting knick-knacks from South East Asia, picked up another Bali mask, similar (but not identical) to another one I have that took some damage in the move. And an X-box game and slingshot.
A few more garage sales, the treasure of the day proved to be a set of antique juggling pins (similar again to a set of antique juggling pins I have, oddly, now with 2 sets of juggling pins and a unicycle that I should be a waiter...) for only $1.00.
And then the Gel-caps and Scotch began to wear off and it was time to come home.
Schadenfreude
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"Come here" he says to me..."Look at this". The owner's reading the newspaper.
He's reading the obituaries.
"Do you know him?"
I don't.
"He owns..." and here he lists off a list of expensive properties in downtown Calgary.
"He's dead. No children, no wife, no family....what's all his money going to do for him now?"
"What did he die of" I ask. "He seems awfully young".
He doesn't know. But that's not the point, the point is that someone rich died, someone richer than him, and they'll leave behind no one to mourn him at his grave. And somehow that satisfies him.
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They talk about S********, the manageress who up and quit one night. No one knows exactly what she's up to. One thing for certain, it's no good. Nobody knows what's become of her, yet they still feel free to speculate, she went up north with her boyfriend, she's gone back to school, only thing they "know" for sure is that she's probably broke and that boyfriend of hers, he's no good.
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Franco, he's talking about J. J. left to get a different job, nearer to home, better hours, and, hopefully, better money. I wished him the best. Our restaurant wasn't really for him.
But Franco, he doesn't like J. Doesn't like him because he left us to go and get a better job, exactly as Franco would do were he in the same position, and he hates him for it. So Franco, he's telling me that he's heard that J. has already lost his job, that so and so had talked to so and so and said this and that J. didn't get the job, and isn't he going to be sad he left now.... he's delighted and getting excited at the prospect. He's becoming his Pa.
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