I just finished Paul Theroux’s The Old Patagonian …
I just finished Paul Theroux’s The Old Patagonian Express, which turned out to be a really good read. Now I’m reading a tangential work, In Patagonia by Bruce Chatwin. In the former book, Theroux mentions at the beginning of his trip that he knew Chatwin had just returned from South America, so as I read Chatwin I envision Theroux sitting in his house in Massachusetts, wondering if he should attempt a trip to Patagonia by rail.
I have to say I enjoy Theroux more, not because of the quality of writing but because he has a greater sense of order than Chatwin.
Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day; we have movie rehearsal in the afternoon, and then the Ramblers at the Living Room in the evening. On my way out of the subway this morning I noticed an ad for a photography contest sponsered by Fnac. It takes place this weekend, so I don’t have time to participate. In any case, the rules stipulate that entrants should have a digital camera of at least 3 megapixels.
Harrumph! I say. I bet I could beat most of them with my little 2.1 megapixel Canon. I have to admit that recently I’m harboring more and more traitorous thoughts concerning upgrading.
My entries of late have been few, mostly because I don’t have a lot of empty time at the office any more, and other times I have better things to do. At the moment I am filling in back at my old job at Ogilvy, in the dark offices amidst the Vampires of Years Past. Needless to say, the years do not affect them. I have to smile at the familiar screeches that meet my attempts to open the office blinds. Also, this time I bring my faithful iPod to combat the cacophony resulting from pretentious English and the rings of immobile mobile phones. And I could always use the extra money.
