my arms are sore and i'm full of berries
yesterday i went blueberry picking with some guys i've been hanging out with who are recent graduates of the mfa program here. it was great to be outside- it was an overcast day with a dramatic sky. i watched a large group of birds circling over a small river nearby, thought how beautiful they were and then realized they were probably following something about to die. still beautiful, but not just pretty anymore. it was nice to be alone in a big field just thinking about life and putting blueberries into a bucket.
afterwards we went kayaking in a lake nearby. we each rented our own kayak and got to it. again, nice to be alone in the middle of an open space with just my thoughts and the uncomplicated (at most times) action of paddling. i could have fallen asleep out there it was so relaxing. at one point we tried to explore a very shallow and narrow water path that strayed off of the lake. we only got so far into the swampiness of this inlet before we could go no further. the brush was too thick, the water was too shallow, we were really just paddling through sludge. it was so tight that to get myself out i had to push backward through the muck with my oar like i was a a venetian gondolier, except with swamp muck on me instead of suave sexuality and lip sores. it all would have been quite appropriate with some cliched dueling banjos. instead we had lots of frogs that were barking at us.
afterwards we had some amazing indian food in a nearby town in our filthy, filthy, soaking wet pants. to keep my hands clean i had to train myself to keep my hands off of my pants and the pants of others while i ate. it was extremely difficult and not without a few awkward moments. the night was finished off with two movies, coffee and cigarettes which i had wanted to see and another movie which falls under the predilection for bad movies that one of my new friends is a victim of. it involved gold-coated dicks.
afterwards we went kayaking in a lake nearby. we each rented our own kayak and got to it. again, nice to be alone in the middle of an open space with just my thoughts and the uncomplicated (at most times) action of paddling. i could have fallen asleep out there it was so relaxing. at one point we tried to explore a very shallow and narrow water path that strayed off of the lake. we only got so far into the swampiness of this inlet before we could go no further. the brush was too thick, the water was too shallow, we were really just paddling through sludge. it was so tight that to get myself out i had to push backward through the muck with my oar like i was a a venetian gondolier, except with swamp muck on me instead of suave sexuality and lip sores. it all would have been quite appropriate with some cliched dueling banjos. instead we had lots of frogs that were barking at us.
afterwards we had some amazing indian food in a nearby town in our filthy, filthy, soaking wet pants. to keep my hands clean i had to train myself to keep my hands off of my pants and the pants of others while i ate. it was extremely difficult and not without a few awkward moments. the night was finished off with two movies, coffee and cigarettes which i had wanted to see and another movie which falls under the predilection for bad movies that one of my new friends is a victim of. it involved gold-coated dicks.
posted by casual ninja at 3:42 PM
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I have never picked blueberries or gone kayaking. Can you even kayak in Nebraska? Probably not. People do canoeing and tubing stuff here in Tex-ass, but I have never partaken. Actually I remember canoeing with my cousin down here when I was wee, and the only memory I have of it is that there were ants in the canoe. I have picked raspberries and strawberries and about ten thousand pounds of apples, though. Also pumpkins.
Finally, I really liked Coffee and Cigarettes. And if you can go see Jarmusch's new movie Broken Flowers, go do it because it is great.
The end.
picking fruit and vegetables really seems to be all the rage here. there are so many farms in the surrounding areas that offer it. i love getting fresh food for really cheap. it makes me laugh that i am paying them to work in their fields, but it is an enjoyable experience so i guess i am not too much of a fool.
i really liked the movie too. it made me laugh a lot, it was just a really nice film. i loved the different interactions, they all seemed so authentic even though the settings were so staged. it made me happy to watch people being with each other in such a closely guarded, but completely vulnerable sort of way. i really would like to see broken flowers as well. i drove by the small independent theatre in town last night and saw that it is playing, so it is on my list of things to do this week.
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