Appetite for Distraction – Another Day

He wakes up. It is not a snow day but it is a day covered in snow. He talks to a Governor who is polite but doesn’t aim his considerable charms at him because he is not important enough to warrant such affection. He eats some polenta which tastes unusual and then he realises he doesn’t know if it tastes unusual because he doesn’t remember having ever eaten polenta before so it may be perfectly good polenta but he remembers joking that it might taste like soap and because he has implanted the idea of tasting like soap it now tastes like soap but because it is not soap and because he is hungry he eats it and manages to enjoy it as he watches the graceful ice dancers compete with one another. Then he gives his car to NPR and finally it will be off his hands and now all he has to do is to deal with the stress of going to court because he was driving with his British license which was apparently not the right thing to do and he hopes the court will have mercy on his ignorance and he will not be sent to Guantanamo Bay or deported. Then he listens to the radio and he is glad he is giving his car to NPR because he only once paid for a subscription and he has listened to at least a cars worth of radio since he has been in America and even if he is giving them a low quality car it is still a car so he may be able to listen for a little while longer without feeling guilty for not paying regularly when they beg him for money. He listens to Noam Chomsky talking calmly and patiently as he describes how the skin is being pulled back from the skull of the world and the whole planet is doomed because of rapacious capitalism. He has a hot chocolate and this makes him feel better. He reads a sad story about the shooting of a young girl because a she egged a car and the violence is thick in the air and the fear is thicker and there seems to be little hope for anything to go well but then he watches Jimmy Fallon hosting The Tonight Show and he forgets for a moment all the awful things and he eats a pie that contains mostly salt and fat and sugar and some meat and that helps him forget the horror of the world and then he watches more beautiful ice dancing and graceful freestyle ski jumping and ski ballet which is also graceful and slightly comical. Then four old men get stuck on a roof in New York and no one will let them down until they sing songs to strangers. Then he is impressed by some snow art of Lincoln and a mini Mount Rushmore all made of snow all made in driveways and somewhere else old people slip and break their hips. Then he enjoys more of Jimmy Fallon and then he smiles and then he goes to sleep.

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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