"I have new shoes, they are blue and fast.
When I wear them, I can fly like a goddamned reindeer."
In loving memory of Turple


pen and paper

I write with pen and paper which sometimes feels so caveman like. I prefer the idea of pen and paper. It's not romance but something like that.

As I sit here sipping my coffee, my dollar store notebook and pen on this small circle of a table with my feet on the ledge, I have no concerns what anyone around me thinks. No one's looking over my shoulder checking out what OS I'm running. Am I coding, playing with a spreadsheet or solitaire.

I'd be an entirely different person to these strangers if I was writing the exact same words into a computer. It's the difference between a guy running by wearing $1000 worth of athletic spandex and moisture wicking, water resistant running garb versus that lady who just ran by in loafers and jeans. Is she out for a jog or late for a meeting? Is she allowed to go for a run dressed like that? Are you actually exercising if you aren't wearing exercise duds? Do you burn less calories?



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