I think my favourite Vonnegut writings happen when he finishes off his paragraph (or starts a new one) with *peace*. It brings the reader back in check after something that might have riled you, or a character within the story up; a pause or reprieve from the narrative.
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Peace
Midnight Sun
I need to start going on longer and heavier walks to *train* for my trip in June. I can’t expect to huff my gear half way across Iceland by bus and foot without putting a little pre-effort into myself.
I could see myself getting to Iceland, ready to go with my big Arcteryx pack and my Crumpler camera bag (of equal weight) over my shoulders, I take several steps forward and… Collapse, unable to breathe due to the weakened state of my office-conditioned body.
No way I tell’s ya!
Pharaoh with Pride
Xtina has far too much pride; of all the photos I took in Ottawa, she won’t let me post any of her, though I have given her carte-blanche use of my image & likeness if she chooses.
Winterlude was on in Ottawa and a part of it were some impressive ice sculptures; I can’t even whittle wood into a spike, so I just don’t get how people can execute some fairly ornate designs using chainsaws and picks.
Purple Haze
Don’t let me be the guy to ask you which angle you think is best; magnanimously I choose such things for you.
Aaron and I, the adventurers that we are, decided to take the Family Circus route home from Ottawa Sunday night.
Pott
The Gardiner Museum; I guess it’s designed to look like a teapot…
…or a bong or something.