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Blog pioneer Author, author of the "Food," has indicated that he plans to stop blogging by the end of the year to free up time and become less of a public figure--temporarily. "I want some privacy, I want to matter less, so I can retool, and matter more, in different ways," he wrote at the end of a blog entry Monday.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Life
It has been been hard. Blogging is taking up too much of my time. CNet news seems to be covering my experiences. Here is a small excerpt:
Kicks
Why do you do things for kicks? Do you get kicked in the butt when you accomplish your goal? There are many questions to be answered. Here is one answer to these questions:
I removed the middle, because it was too long.
So, last time I talked about retro shoes. This time around we'll talk about some newer shoes that are a little under the radar; in other words, shoes that deserve attention and may not get it on a large scale. So many new brands have gained recent subculture popularity over the past few years... Be ready with some cash however, because due to the fact that they're the only place to find most of these rare shoes, they're also the most expensive. Also, if you're a Jordan guy like me, check out www.23isback.com for great info on release dates.
I removed the middle, because it was too long.
Novel
Chapter 1
Kevin opened his pants for his intruder, a seemingly astonishing maneuver for the uneducated viewer. How could he allow a shadow to embrace him without a word?
Bradley: I can not keep living a lie.
Kevin: I no longer lust for your curves.
At this statement, Bradley had had enough. He realized his existence was imploding and there was nothing left to do, but to run wildly back to his apartment. A dark corner in a ever expanding city.
Chapter 2
The Bear was having a morning espresso while keeping his finger erect at a perfect 45° angle. Life had changed for this confused animal. His taste for wild fish was quickly replaced with an addiction to caviar. It was apparent that his life stood in strong contrast to the previous year, but it did not seem to matter. Kevin would never see the Bear again, or at least so he thought.
Chapter 3
Bradley sat amongst the mice, each nibbling on a pitiful portion of cheese whiz. His hair was gone and his soul was sold. After he was left for the fruit of another, Bradley had almost nothing to live for. His broad shoulders expanded and power seemed to drive itself through his arms as he gently drove a brand new Extra Smooth into his mouth. Although impressive, his character lacked the golden aura of his youth. This however was not his downfall, it was after all only a stage.
Chapter 4
A strange darkness surrounded Kessler, blinding him from the reader.
"Noe, it cannott bee!" he exclaimed, miraculously misspelling his words even in plain speech. Revving the engine to his portable generator, he fired up a vast array of lights fit for a stadium - purchased and provided by his parents, of course - and attempted to fight the aura of muck which engulfed him.
"Yarrgghghhgh!" he shouted, a triumphant bout of rare eloquence.
"I wil NAUGHT bee SIPARATED frum an ohdience of ENY KINED!"
Roaring, he tore through the fabric of "ignore" and burst, limbs akimbo, attempting to expand as far as he could in the reader's field of view.
* Chapter 5 is excluded with respect to the sneaky one.
Chapter 6
During his first year he experienced joy through caffeine. The next year brought a hefty cloud of mary jane into his lungs. Finally it seemed, during his third year he let the glass slide between his lips and take his final quantity of virginity. To be clear, the glass was not a dildo. Although such apparatus was probably also used at another juncture.
The next Great American Novel. A story of youth, pleasure, pain, orgasm, and such. The above shall exist as a yummy appetizer. I was thinking something like Goethe's Werther only in America and with more sex and drugs.
Kevin opened his pants for his intruder, a seemingly astonishing maneuver for the uneducated viewer. How could he allow a shadow to embrace him without a word?
Bradley: I can not keep living a lie.
Kevin: I no longer lust for your curves.
At this statement, Bradley had had enough. He realized his existence was imploding and there was nothing left to do, but to run wildly back to his apartment. A dark corner in a ever expanding city.
Chapter 2
The Bear was having a morning espresso while keeping his finger erect at a perfect 45° angle. Life had changed for this confused animal. His taste for wild fish was quickly replaced with an addiction to caviar. It was apparent that his life stood in strong contrast to the previous year, but it did not seem to matter. Kevin would never see the Bear again, or at least so he thought.
Chapter 3
Bradley sat amongst the mice, each nibbling on a pitiful portion of cheese whiz. His hair was gone and his soul was sold. After he was left for the fruit of another, Bradley had almost nothing to live for. His broad shoulders expanded and power seemed to drive itself through his arms as he gently drove a brand new Extra Smooth into his mouth. Although impressive, his character lacked the golden aura of his youth. This however was not his downfall, it was after all only a stage.
Chapter 4
A strange darkness surrounded Kessler, blinding him from the reader.
"Noe, it cannott bee!" he exclaimed, miraculously misspelling his words even in plain speech. Revving the engine to his portable generator, he fired up a vast array of lights fit for a stadium - purchased and provided by his parents, of course - and attempted to fight the aura of muck which engulfed him.
"Yarrgghghhgh!" he shouted, a triumphant bout of rare eloquence.
"I wil NAUGHT bee SIPARATED frum an ohdience of ENY KINED!"
Roaring, he tore through the fabric of "ignore" and burst, limbs akimbo, attempting to expand as far as he could in the reader's field of view.
* Chapter 5 is excluded with respect to the sneaky one.
Chapter 6
During his first year he experienced joy through caffeine. The next year brought a hefty cloud of mary jane into his lungs. Finally it seemed, during his third year he let the glass slide between his lips and take his final quantity of virginity. To be clear, the glass was not a dildo. Although such apparatus was probably also used at another juncture.
The next Great American Novel. A story of youth, pleasure, pain, orgasm, and such. The above shall exist as a yummy appetizer. I was thinking something like Goethe's Werther only in America and with more sex and drugs.
My Summers in Antigua & Barbuda
Some 1,200ft of secluded powdered alabaster seashore would be enough on its own, but this Antiguan boutique bolthole offers a heck of a lot more than sun-kissed beach-bumming. Active types can enjoy sailing, snorkelling, windsurfing or kayaking in the aquamarine waters, while those of us who are more at home sprawling on a poolside day-bed - novel in one hand, frozen margherita in the other - will be equally contented. Every iota of Hermitage Bay is geared towards deep-breathing, head-lolling relaxation, from the bliss-inducing massages at the spa to the expansive loungers on your private terrace.
There's an eco-friendly touch, too: all of the hotel's 25 cottages are built entirely from local hardwoods, allowing them to blend seamlessly into the (hummingbird-filled) gardens of the bay.
There's an eco-friendly touch, too: all of the hotel's 25 cottages are built entirely from local hardwoods, allowing them to blend seamlessly into the (hummingbird-filled) gardens of the bay.
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