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November 2008 
July 30 - Horses Without End
Posted on Aug 5th, 2008
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Brondu
Brondu
A day filled with fun. Yes. All kinds.
Gateway to Fun Land was invoked, again, this time in honor of Lindsey's birthday, with good friend Brendan along. We swung bats, pushed petals to metal, contemplatively nudged putters. Sipped things that tasted better than air or water in a cooled-off interior. Toured offerings of civilized society, and each other's day-to-day headspaces, by speaking.
I bought a horse book later in the day, because it's what I wanted to do.
There's something that you may not know about me. I spent a lot of time with horses. It's time that floods back on me when I'm sitting doing nothing. When there are no girls or beer in front of me. All the different times, and the different identities, on the road to as true and powerful a horsemanship I could muster. Times when I was driving with my brother, way too far, to work with tame horses for scared owners. Times when I would chase a horse around for three hours in a flimsy roundpen, fail to catch it, and go inside for a burger and a nap, and know I'd done good work, even though I'd been right pissed the whole time. Times when my horse was so far under water or snow only his wee struggling head was poking up. And there I would be, on his back or swimming beside him, giggling and concerned.
It's an odd thing, to aim your life at excellence in a specific area. To outpace your peers. To solicit the attention of the truly great in your field, on virtue of your talent and promise, your dedication and presipration, showing so clearly in your eyes and your actions. And then to let it all go for something else. In this case, writing.
And then, again, I began this business of aiming myself at excellence. Of attracting notice from the truly great, if not the truly great in my field, on virtue of my talent and promise. Of trying and failing and trying again to narratively induce a nexus of effects. Of learning and being inspired, and all that.
Where has it all gone? Conviction, dedication, straining and striving. What the fucking hell?
To answer this question, I bought a horse book. And now I'm reading it.
Gateway to Fun Land was invoked, again, this time in honor of Lindsey's birthday, with good friend Brendan along. We swung bats, pushed petals to metal, contemplatively nudged putters. Sipped things that tasted better than air or water in a cooled-off interior. Toured offerings of civilized society, and each other's day-to-day headspaces, by speaking.
I bought a horse book later in the day, because it's what I wanted to do.
There's something that you may not know about me. I spent a lot of time with horses. It's time that floods back on me when I'm sitting doing nothing. When there are no girls or beer in front of me. All the different times, and the different identities, on the road to as true and powerful a horsemanship I could muster. Times when I was driving with my brother, way too far, to work with tame horses for scared owners. Times when I would chase a horse around for three hours in a flimsy roundpen, fail to catch it, and go inside for a burger and a nap, and know I'd done good work, even though I'd been right pissed the whole time. Times when my horse was so far under water or snow only his wee struggling head was poking up. And there I would be, on his back or swimming beside him, giggling and concerned.
It's an odd thing, to aim your life at excellence in a specific area. To outpace your peers. To solicit the attention of the truly great in your field, on virtue of your talent and promise, your dedication and presipration, showing so clearly in your eyes and your actions. And then to let it all go for something else. In this case, writing.
And then, again, I began this business of aiming myself at excellence. Of attracting notice from the truly great, if not the truly great in my field, on virtue of my talent and promise. Of trying and failing and trying again to narratively induce a nexus of effects. Of learning and being inspired, and all that.
Where has it all gone? Conviction, dedication, straining and striving. What the fucking hell?
To answer this question, I bought a horse book. And now I'm reading it.
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its an ineresting choise..have you thought about reading other books..like The Book of Mormon..?