One flew east. One flew west. One flew over the cookoos nest.
Okay. It's been a while since I wrote in this here thing. Fortunately most people who read it already know what I'm up to. For those that don't... in Cincinnati I live no more. I was beginning to notice the weight of the city and the feeling of being idle and purposeless again. I'm not sure exactly what to think of it, but I only know I have to keep moving towards this idea in my head. I'm not sure at what point I'll be satisfied to stop, because I'm starting to realize I'm in it for the long haul and I'm not going to get there right away.
I left the city and fled to a farm in the hills of Kentucky. Bugtussle Biodynamic farm. I thought at first that bugtussle was a play on the biodynamic method... sadly its actually a small town. I was going to describe it in detail but those who really care have already asked me about it. Anyways, I can't describe a place like bugtussle in words. Its hard to summarize things sometimes. So now I'm in my aunt mot and aunt claire's house in New Jersey. The east coast is real strange. I fixed my unicycle tube and went out riding only to break one of my pedals on a jump. Luckily I fell lightly and I was able to fix the pedal, though it'll probably come out again and if I'm wise, I'll glue it in there or something better than forcefully rethreading it into the crank. I just want my unicycle to hold up until I get home and can show my buddies how much better I am now.
What I was really trying to get at this time around was that I finally finished One Flew Over the Cookoos Nest by Ken Kesey. I started that book in the vancouver basement a few days before I left home and it took me two months and 5k+ miles to get to the end. Its not a long book either. I just got caught up in other things when I was on page 37 and waited until a few days ago to start up again. Luckily its a damn good book and it sucked me. The last three days have been a cycle of driving, reading and sleeping. Reading before bed and reading in the morning when I wake up. Then finally I finished it a few hours ago. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a novel reader. I always get the story confused and the characters mixed up and tend to stay on the non-fiction side of the fence. But every once and a while I venture over and read a short novel and a rare few have rewarded me like this one has. I really know I've read something good when after the last sentence is read, I just sit there staring at the page. That state when you don't know exactly what to think or feel or do. Reading a book like that puts me on such a emotional ride... well it takes a good book for me to get involved like that. So I went out and rented the DVD with Jack Nicholson and watched that too. I have to say, the movie did not really satisfy me. After reading a book with so much depth and so much description, vivid descriptiond... a little cinema summary just didn't cut it. You just can't put that much depth into two hours. Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know that I read a novel and I liked it so much that I'm going to find some more good ones to read. I think I might re-read some of my old favorites too. Like... The Giver. Oh yeah, bridge to terebithia was one like that too (thanks again erin). Since I have it, I'm going to start in on 1984 again (like i claimed before but obviously never did) and see how that suits me. I'd appreciate any suggestions. Maybe I just liked it so much because its exactly how I feel about society, summed up with wonderful literary artistry. Yeah I guess that would make sense... choose novels that you can identify with the story... y'know relate.... what a concept. I'm getting this whole literary thing down already.
I left the city and fled to a farm in the hills of Kentucky. Bugtussle Biodynamic farm. I thought at first that bugtussle was a play on the biodynamic method... sadly its actually a small town. I was going to describe it in detail but those who really care have already asked me about it. Anyways, I can't describe a place like bugtussle in words. Its hard to summarize things sometimes. So now I'm in my aunt mot and aunt claire's house in New Jersey. The east coast is real strange. I fixed my unicycle tube and went out riding only to break one of my pedals on a jump. Luckily I fell lightly and I was able to fix the pedal, though it'll probably come out again and if I'm wise, I'll glue it in there or something better than forcefully rethreading it into the crank. I just want my unicycle to hold up until I get home and can show my buddies how much better I am now.
What I was really trying to get at this time around was that I finally finished One Flew Over the Cookoos Nest by Ken Kesey. I started that book in the vancouver basement a few days before I left home and it took me two months and 5k+ miles to get to the end. Its not a long book either. I just got caught up in other things when I was on page 37 and waited until a few days ago to start up again. Luckily its a damn good book and it sucked me. The last three days have been a cycle of driving, reading and sleeping. Reading before bed and reading in the morning when I wake up. Then finally I finished it a few hours ago. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a novel reader. I always get the story confused and the characters mixed up and tend to stay on the non-fiction side of the fence. But every once and a while I venture over and read a short novel and a rare few have rewarded me like this one has. I really know I've read something good when after the last sentence is read, I just sit there staring at the page. That state when you don't know exactly what to think or feel or do. Reading a book like that puts me on such a emotional ride... well it takes a good book for me to get involved like that. So I went out and rented the DVD with Jack Nicholson and watched that too. I have to say, the movie did not really satisfy me. After reading a book with so much depth and so much description, vivid descriptiond... a little cinema summary just didn't cut it. You just can't put that much depth into two hours. Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know that I read a novel and I liked it so much that I'm going to find some more good ones to read. I think I might re-read some of my old favorites too. Like... The Giver. Oh yeah, bridge to terebithia was one like that too (thanks again erin). Since I have it, I'm going to start in on 1984 again (like i claimed before but obviously never did) and see how that suits me. I'd appreciate any suggestions. Maybe I just liked it so much because its exactly how I feel about society, summed up with wonderful literary artistry. Yeah I guess that would make sense... choose novels that you can identify with the story... y'know relate.... what a concept. I'm getting this whole literary thing down already.