
Perhaps it's a return to what I interpret as all too Normal here on the upper Plains. Certainly the wintry feelings are spilling over to MFT's increasingly apathetic attitude towards Mitt Romney. I'm certain it's more interesting when in Boston. The canned clam chowder and canned sockeye salmon I had for lunch today cannot compare to what is offered on the Atlantic seaboard.

To counter the doldrums, I've decided to check out a contemporary of Robert Musil, Hermann Broch's essay, "Hugo von Hofmannsthal and His Time: Art and Its Non-Style at the End of the Nineteenth Century" (1947-48) in Geist and Zeitgeist: The Spirit in an Unspiritual Age" this afternoon.

There is consolation in shitty Premium Grainbelt, and also at the bottom of the silver Mongolian vodka drinking dish (see pic). And in the warm melancholy of cloudy, wintry days. It's likely I'll be moving from the upper Plains later this month, for reasons geographic, monetary, and, most important, for more lived-experience. I'll let you fellahs know where after I inform work. Keep on keepin' on. Back to the sub-zero Dakota temps, and mean arctic windchills.
A collage for fellow FCP'ers.

~mft
6 comments:
MFT, can you send your/a phone number where I can reach you?
Something as momentous as the end of your days high-plains drifting is worthy of celebration [or despair, as the case may be].
To break the tedium, you may want to try Huck's fried squirrels with popcorn recipe. Maybe this is more interesting than Mitt's cheerios.
Given his squirrely appearance, isn't this dangerously close to cannibalism?
AA, I'll send you my phone contact to your hotmail account. I'm hesitant to put it on the blog. Wait a minute: do you have a skype.com account and a personal computer? We could chat with one another, audio-video, real time. I use it to talk that way with Ulaan Bataar, Mongolia. It works pretty slick.
Off to e-mail you my digits.
AI, we don't know much about fried squirrel here in Dakota. At least not that I'm aware of. Venison is the preferred natural meat, but we'd need a rather large popcorn popper to fry one whole. Maybe Ole Olson could figure something out in his shop.
Okay, AA, number has been sent to your hotmail account. Give a ring tonight. I'll likely be starting the second season of the HBO series, "The Wire" and drinking a couple beers.
Talk with you soon.
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