I was looking at the cute dog curled up in the shade but upon mature reflection I realised there is a woman's backside here to cheer up Jack riepe who feels neglected by the serious nature of my essays, poor man.
Of all the pictures I took waiting for the Minimal Regatta this year these perhaps reflect what caught my eye. The dog, the food, unidentifiable and thus interesting, alongside what could be a couple of pints of margarita (or lemonade, unlikely but possible). riepe considers me eccentric for not focusing on the female form but my wandering eye is taken by irony not big knockers.
The man with the hat in the next picture is a professional eccentric trying to earn a crust flogging a book; surely not? I understand not everyone is cut out to be an office wage slave but I admire anyone motivated to flog themselves publicly like that, walking around in a silly hat trying to look eccentric. I much prefer to melt into the crowd if actual flight is not an option.
I am frequently accused of eccentricity by people who don't know me well, and I think even my wife had the wrong idea at first. After several years of marriage she said with wonderment how surprised she was by my tendency to follow the rules, to put trash in the can, to walk on the path and not use the pool after hours. I see no reason to make an exhibition of oneself in public but in Key West happily that reticence is a rare commodity. While everyone is staring at the over sized breast or silly hats I go about my business undisturbed. And some of the time I make it my business to look through a camera and the professional eccentrics love to have their picture taken.
Which in Key West is a standard activity, we are all amateur recorders of our times.
When I went to Santa Cruz last year I got yelled at for taking pictures which I thought was odd in a tourist town. Santa Cruz is a town filled with opinionated people exposing their minds not their lives to public contemplation. In Key West a camera makes you a visitor and thus invisible to locals, which suits me just fine.
I never could live on mainland Florida where even I am rated an eccentric, more a measure of the mainlanders' narrowness than my weirdness. Six months in Fort Myers and I was ready to dress up in funny clothes and walk with a swish to take attention away from my speech impediment, which is a mid Atlantic immigrant's accent. That mainland misery of being constantly noticed for the manner of my speech is how I know why Key West is my haven, as it is for so many lost souls. People in Key West are too busy nurturing their eccentricities to notice me. I recommend Key West for that reason alone, never mind the weather.
Of all the pictures I took waiting for the Minimal Regatta this year these perhaps reflect what caught my eye. The dog, the food, unidentifiable and thus interesting, alongside what could be a couple of pints of margarita (or lemonade, unlikely but possible). riepe considers me eccentric for not focusing on the female form but my wandering eye is taken by irony not big knockers.The man with the hat in the next picture is a professional eccentric trying to earn a crust flogging a book; surely not? I understand not everyone is cut out to be an office wage slave but I admire anyone motivated to flog themselves publicly like that, walking around in a silly hat trying to look eccentric. I much prefer to melt into the crowd if actual flight is not an option.I am frequently accused of eccentricity by people who don't know me well, and I think even my wife had the wrong idea at first. After several years of marriage she said with wonderment how surprised she was by my tendency to follow the rules, to put trash in the can, to walk on the path and not use the pool after hours. I see no reason to make an exhibition of oneself in public but in Key West happily that reticence is a rare commodity. While everyone is staring at the over sized breast or silly hats I go about my business undisturbed. And some of the time I make it my business to look through a camera and the professional eccentrics love to have their picture taken.
Which in Key West is a standard activity, we are all amateur recorders of our times.When I went to Santa Cruz last year I got yelled at for taking pictures which I thought was odd in a tourist town. Santa Cruz is a town filled with opinionated people exposing their minds not their lives to public contemplation. In Key West a camera makes you a visitor and thus invisible to locals, which suits me just fine.I never could live on mainland Florida where even I am rated an eccentric, more a measure of the mainlanders' narrowness than my weirdness. Six months in Fort Myers and I was ready to dress up in funny clothes and walk with a swish to take attention away from my speech impediment, which is a mid Atlantic immigrant's accent. That mainland misery of being constantly noticed for the manner of my speech is how I know why Key West is my haven, as it is for so many lost souls. People in Key West are too busy nurturing their eccentricities to notice me. I recommend Key West for that reason alone, never mind the weather. 
3 comments:
Did you change the title of this post because you felt Riepe might be offended?
It's nice to know someone is concerned and looking out for his needs.
1. Yours is not a Mid Atlantic accent, unless Epsom counts as being midway between London and the coast.
2. On the mainland eccentricity scale - you are Out There, wandering behind the little animals. I like my friends thataway, FWIW.
3. How'd you snap Obama taking a picture? That's awesome!
Dear Steve. How did you know I'd changed the title? I was planning on goping in one direction and I ended up writing in completely the opposite. riepe hates me. he won't answer the phone because I post too much. I am really enjoying my iPad now I have a blogger application for it.See you in august with or without riepe.
Dear Chuck. mid atlantic was alastair cooke's accent, educated in england dn matured in the us. I try to keep quiet about my small animal preferneces but now the cat is out fo the bag.
I am glad you noticed Obama was at the regatta. I asked him about single payer and he vomited on my shoe.
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