Tuesday, November 16, 2010

“Sedentary literary types”? Fuck yes. It’s the timeliness of the article, more than the content itself, that struck me because ping-pong is exactly what we’ve been discussing lately. Now, by no means am I laying claim to the “literary” label, although I’ve got “sedentary”–wait for it–down pat. For me, “literary” conjures the image of published books, along with the reading of published books, and I generally avoid both.

If anything, you deserve to be called as such for dropping by regularly, twice every week, and here I’m assuming you can read. Even if you’re illiterate, fear not! A pictures-only edition of SR is in the works, lovingly formatted for consumption on your cordless telephone device. This will happen right after I put up a visitor counter, but definitely before I experiment with text-based advertisements. I heard on the Internet they pay good money for those.

When we last spoke on the matter, I was in a dark place. Nothing’s changed, and I’m at a loss to explain why it’s becoming increasingly harder to win. Has everybody else improved? Is the fire simply gone? I might actually proceed with reconstructing my paddle. Cost-prohibitive as the process may be, it’s a rite of passage, and when you build an object with your very own hands, it turns into something special, almost as if it were imbued with magic. It’s a foolish notion, of course. Foolish and wonderful.