Questions:
pg. 93 “herd of feral hamsters?” Was I suppose to read this as some off-beat reference to the Wheelchair Assassins, or is this some legit introduction to a future breed of rogue rodent domestic defectives? confused?
pg. 121… “Enter Millicent Kent?” Umm…not going to elaborate on this one because I have nowhere to go with it. Merely posing the topic.
pg. 127-128 “Lyle the yogic guru?”
Okay, this supposedly Lyle character is hysterical and completely bizarre, but what can I say charming too. I mean he licks people’s sweat! I haven’t quite figured out how exactly he perches on a towel dispenser…because it must be larger than my head had first imagined. “He just sits there. I want to be like that. Able to just sit all quiet and pull life toward me…” I secretly agree with the unidentified I. (I think I always assume it is Hal speaking, I’m not sure why. Is it Wallace entering his own prose? That doesn’t seem like his thing, but going off of what I expect hasn’t been a good predictor thus far). Oh yeah, “…one forehead at a time.” Ha. Astounding.
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So I recently started going to a yoga class. Yoga with James. He's classic. Long brown locks of curl that reflect light like only the healthiest heads of hair do, or those that severely need a wash and comb through. Only about 2/3 of the way through class does he pull it back into a tight ponytail that ruffles down the nape of his neck and show off his earring. James also wears scholar glasses; the kind with the thick black frames. They give his face the distinguished mysterious look to it. The few-days-unshaven look only adds to his style and my increasing curiosity.
The funny part is that I am usually surrounded by college freshmen there to chat with friends or flirt with the boys in the other dorm hall. When James turns off the lights for us to meditate, on our backs, eyes closed, palms up. Ripples of childish laughter settle into quiet.
When I first went, I wanted to have a crush on James. My roommate was convinced he was some single philosophy professor on campus. I saw him at the library once. I think I am leaning toward the opinion that he is some punk mature-looking undergrad who wears Che apparel and is seeking approval just like the rest of us. I decided James does not equal Lyle. I decided sometimes I rather prefer fiction.
I missed yoga for a few weeks in a row, and went back today. James has surprised me. James is very cool.
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