|Me and my sister. Tourist chic. Don't knock the hat.|
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
See you on the flipside!
I'm out of here. Forget NYC blizzards, forget being stranded at O'Hare for several days. I'm in the land of the pharaohs, living the hard life from a hotel on the tree-lined isle of Zamalek in Cairo. Where it's sunny and 70 degrees every day. Don't you wish you had my job?
In other words, sporadic blogging for the time being.