Life’s complicated. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. But it’s still complicated.
Had one of those days where you get the lice of a thought about what’s it all about? Makes you scratch under your armpits, screw up your simian face, and wonder is there more than just being a banana in the same bunch?
Work, work, wilt. Achieve, achieve, ache. Succeed, succeed, succor.
This is an alien language to me at times. Is this a human precondition or even a human condition? Is life about direction or about a journey? Can you live without a motive or is a motive life? Is the will mine or a psychological phenomenon? Should I stay or should I go? Will anyone miss me? (Besides my shoes.) Am I on the hook of a unanswerable question?
Sorry. Bit profundus maximus today. Woke up on my elbow.
Bootleggers, Lobstermen & Lumberjacks: Fifty of the Grittiest Moments in the History of Hardscrabble New England! by Matt Mayo. This is a fantastic collection of grit — these tales will make your teeth fall out so that you’ll grin like a real outlaw. It’s the kind of book you can dip into (and twice, if you like, there’s no dipping rule here) and plow your way through a story and then skip one (or more) and still feel like you’ve had a history lesson about hardscrabble New England. I devoured a couple stories last night (Boon Island cannibals, the landing of the Mayflower, the Great Swamp Fight, the Candlemas Massacre, man-eating sharks, the last vampire, the human shingle, and the one about Jigger the river hog and his spiked boots ). These tragic, violent, and sometimes comic tales are so thoroughly researched, it gave me a complex. It’s amazing how Mr. Mayo covers so much historical territory as well as coming up with some rip-roaring narratives.