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" A “. . . there was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept. " — Jack London
Words frequently have many meanings. Some, in these days of cultural political correctness, become engrained with negative connotations. My own thoughts are that modern men and women sometimes suffer from being out of touch with their inner ferocity. And of course, there are those who have no filtration and their primary response is one of attack and fierceness. At the very least, if you can truly walk like a tiger, or our dear friend wolf, it makes you interesting. To look at some portraits of Jack London, one might think he was gazing at himself while conceiving the above quote. London was born as if torn from the Earth. His deranged mother tried to get an abortion, attempted suicide at his birth, then gave up Jack to a former slave. When he discovered his origins, he took off to the Klondike. A socialist, he became one of the first commercially successful American writers. He was a hobo, oyster pirate, plagiarist, early ranching ecologist and failed Klondike prospector. He paid dearly for his travels to harsh climes. At 40, he died in pain, some say from suicide, some say from an accidental overdose of morphine.
Feliz Navidad, John Boston
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Posted on Wednesday, December 10th, 2008 4 Tablespoons of Sugar, “If you don’t take care of your body, where will you live?”
What I am about to share is not for the squeamish and I advise they look away to another section, say, one offering recipes for cabbage soup or mending lawn chairs
Posted on Thursday, December 18th, 2008 I’ve been attacked by “DOCTOR TO WIFE: I don’t like the looks of your husband.
I’m sick. Bluck. Through some odd agreement amongst God, cellular glue and gravity, these few billion cells that have agreed to ban together as me usually work in dwarf-singing hi-ho harmony. I can run, lift weights, pull practical jokes and digest my own home-cooked chili. Then, sniffle, I get sick. Like today. I type a vowel, maybe two. My eyes drift off to a Post-it note across the room. I look back 15 minutes later and consider finding a consonant. Instead, my head falls on the keyboard. Like this: jfjfjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjfjjjjjjjjjjjjjj It’s not fair. Some cheese-weenie little bunch of cells in long beards, yellow teeth, non-sensible shoes and dirty head bands have sneaked into my body and are swinging from my inner vitality drapes. I can hear them with their little high-pitched voices, yelling “Jihad!!” Or maybe it’s “Yeeha!!” When you’re sick, you don’t hear so good. Or well. Whatever. I’ve been coughing since I woke up. Which was at 2 a.m., 2:10, 2:11, 2:13, 2:14, 2;14.6 and so on until I fell blissfully asleep at dawn for
Posted on Monday, December 15th, 2008 Girl Crash Dummies: It's
“When a man takes an interest in a woman’s body she accuses him of only taking an interest in her body, but when he doesn’t take an interest in her body, she accuses him of taking an interest in someone else’s body.”
Sometimes, you write a column and the repercussions can be so overwhelming one must take long and serious walks in the woods to make sure one is making the right decision.
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