Neanderpundit

I have never read Hemingway.

Oh, a short story here and there but never a concerted effort, like Clarke, whose writing I have read in whole, down to laundry receipts and napkin doodles.

No, I’ve never read hemingway for the same reason I never visited Australia, though I’ve had chance to do so.

I was afraid to be caught up. I liked the few little things I read, not intensely, but enough. And I knoew that there was a finite amount to be had. And I knew that once I started, I wouldn’t stop.

Africa has made me change that. I’m reading The Green Hills, and will try to make it last until the flight lands in Ndola. And I won’t read anything but the label on my toothpaste while I’m there. I have a journal which I may transcribe here, or I may just mail around to friends to read.

One way or another, I’ve just made a turning down a road I chose not to travel years ago, and I’m excited to feel the road beneath my feet.

At least according to Alger. Go straighten him out.

Well, actually, he’s correct, of course. But I love the heat the debate garners, always did. Damned smelly hippies.

I’m not a financial genius, and never will be.

Our fearless leaders have used “emergency” situations like this to assume more and more power through the years, to the point where the cures are way more painful than the ills they were used to prevent.

Let us catch the cold. Fewer people will die from it, in the end, than if we give Big Gummint leave to “fix” it for us.