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porn and travel
Aug. 2nd, 2005 05:23 pmToday's famous encounter involved a gay porn star. I kid you not. In fact there were a couple of gay porn stars there. This is my life at work folks. A number of very clean slightly Aryan looking guys talking shop.
Work was incredibly exhausting. I was covering for a co-worker who was studying for a final exam (he goes to law school) and there were a million things that had to be done today. It was hell. I was running around with so many books and changing displays, stickering things, de-stickering things, hunting down books, trying to keep everything in order in addition to some other duties I had to take care of. I had been going since 7 this morning and I am pooped. I get up again and do it tomorrow. It kills. I forgot to eat as well which isn't smart of me I know. When I would take breaks I wouldn't feel hungry and I would just collapse.
I recently read a terrific book. Give Me the World. I even wrote a review on amazon I liked it so much. I haven't enjoyed a book this much in such a long time. It makes me long to travel more. I love nothing more than taking off from the ordinary and this author captures that feeling so well. I wish I could explain everything I love about this book. I love all the characters, the scenery, the adventure and the 'California'. I am almost hesitant at times to tell people about this book because I almost want it for myself. I get that way about all kinds of objects and experiences. I want things for my own private enjoyment. The author makes me think of people I knew growing up who would take off for a year or two and sail around the world or arrive after coming from the South Pacific. Those people were such characters and had this, "why not" attitude about taking off in a boat or anywhere to see something different. It was kind of intoxicating as a child. I would sit in the restaurant my Father cooked for and listen to these Aussies, Brits and Americans tell stories about hanging out in strange places. I recall a woman telling me about her husband divorcing her and how she met this guy and went off to Mexico and then Brazil for a couple of years. She said she never had a better time. She even brought her kids along for the experience. She said her oldest daughter was horrified by some of it and asked to go to boarding school.
Lelia Hadley (the author) does speak of one thing with absolute authority. How un-refreshing life can be when one comes back from traveling. I always feel restless and grumpy after going somewhere. I keep hoping that after being somewhere that I will be calm at work and things won't bother me too much. It is never the case. I should just give up that idea completely. All I want to do is travel more and see more. Even now I feel restless. I have these continual silly fantasies about going to Zanzibar or Iceland.
I am reminded of a Robert Louis Stevenson quote, "I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."
I think I truly enjoy the chaos and exhaustion in a good bit of travel and the experience of 'being there'.
Work was incredibly exhausting. I was covering for a co-worker who was studying for a final exam (he goes to law school) and there were a million things that had to be done today. It was hell. I was running around with so many books and changing displays, stickering things, de-stickering things, hunting down books, trying to keep everything in order in addition to some other duties I had to take care of. I had been going since 7 this morning and I am pooped. I get up again and do it tomorrow. It kills. I forgot to eat as well which isn't smart of me I know. When I would take breaks I wouldn't feel hungry and I would just collapse.
I recently read a terrific book. Give Me the World. I even wrote a review on amazon I liked it so much. I haven't enjoyed a book this much in such a long time. It makes me long to travel more. I love nothing more than taking off from the ordinary and this author captures that feeling so well. I wish I could explain everything I love about this book. I love all the characters, the scenery, the adventure and the 'California'. I am almost hesitant at times to tell people about this book because I almost want it for myself. I get that way about all kinds of objects and experiences. I want things for my own private enjoyment. The author makes me think of people I knew growing up who would take off for a year or two and sail around the world or arrive after coming from the South Pacific. Those people were such characters and had this, "why not" attitude about taking off in a boat or anywhere to see something different. It was kind of intoxicating as a child. I would sit in the restaurant my Father cooked for and listen to these Aussies, Brits and Americans tell stories about hanging out in strange places. I recall a woman telling me about her husband divorcing her and how she met this guy and went off to Mexico and then Brazil for a couple of years. She said she never had a better time. She even brought her kids along for the experience. She said her oldest daughter was horrified by some of it and asked to go to boarding school.
Lelia Hadley (the author) does speak of one thing with absolute authority. How un-refreshing life can be when one comes back from traveling. I always feel restless and grumpy after going somewhere. I keep hoping that after being somewhere that I will be calm at work and things won't bother me too much. It is never the case. I should just give up that idea completely. All I want to do is travel more and see more. Even now I feel restless. I have these continual silly fantasies about going to Zanzibar or Iceland.
I am reminded of a Robert Louis Stevenson quote, "I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."
I think I truly enjoy the chaos and exhaustion in a good bit of travel and the experience of 'being there'.
