This Is This

Speaking of quirks, I’ve always wondered (and will probably never know) why people like different landscapes. Me, I like stillness. Tundra, preferably, but I’ll take anything simple. I like the mystery or it, throw in some fog and I’m in heaven. Swamps are ok, too. Don’t get me started on Spanish moss. Deserts are OK, but I don’t really like the heat. Rolling hills have stillness and are good, like Wiltshire or the Wye Valley.

My friend Chris and Iain - they’re mountain nuts. Or my mate Ali and the sea. I like mountains as much as the next guy, but being surrounded by water? I’m not feeling it, unless you mean an island. Islanders are generally very nice people. But then so are people who live in swamps and tundra.

My neighbours are crazy about jungles and searing heat. Brazil, Belize: places like that and they are welcome to them. And some folks just like cities. I got to admit cities are cool. New York, Paris. London.

There’s no explanation for any of it. It makes you think about past lives or something. Why should I, a bloke not raised near any of these landscapes, want to spend time in them?

Also, what the fuck am I talking about? Dinosaurs, Buddhism, musical spoonerisms, the best high hat playing (Walking on the Moon, hands down) - and I’m getting more traffic on this site than ever before. Maybe these are quirks. Me for writing this and you for reading.

I promise you more than this. In the next few weeks I’m going to start something that’s going to run for a few weeks, beginning on June 19 and I hope you’ll find it fun to follow. More later, but I’ve started roping in some writers, the likes of whom rock.

Reading back the last two paragraphs, you know, it’s important to have self-doubt and belief in healthy measures. If you have too little of either, then you start getting into trouble.

But yeah. More later. Big things.

Speaking of which, update your bookmarks to http://www.thisisthis.org while flashes turn into plans.*

(…and Jimmy James by The Beastie Boys pops up on from shuffle as I end this, and the bus pulls up, leaving me with nothing more to do than walk to work like I’m ten feet tall.)

Also, on the way here, every pedestrian crossing light turned green as soon as I walked up. That’s six lights, y’all, in all. Big things, I’m telling you.

*Also, it’s best to go when you start quoting The Waterboys.

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