The Laughing Maus

Dear Members of that Blow-Me-Away-Professional American Soccer Team,

You are the greatest!! I have never been so proud of the performance of an American Soccer Team as I am of you guys tonight. I know you’re disappointed, but you played an awesome tournament!!!

Congratulations on your incredibly cool suaveness, and on your silver medal. I know it’s hard to imagine tonight, but you wait and see: The future will be pointing out the elan with which you paved the way…

Ok, all you people who aren’t out there yet – I’m in. I’ve committed myself here on the eve of the very last minute. This morning a mammoth book arrived in the post. The delivery man, a wimpy looking guy with skinny shoulders was ridiculously pleased to see me in the lobby. After carrying Infinite Jest upstairs, I understand his smile. Still I’m sure buying it was the right decision – it’s definitely cheaper than a fitness studio.

My first try received a Life Torpedo about 9:00 in the morning when I remembered that we were supposed to be in the city with friends the better part of the day. This is why people keep calendars I know, and I did spend a lot of time on that Saturday thinking about writing, but that is not exactly a substantial break-away from my day-to-day. I think about writing a lot.

I had intended to block out eight hours for enjoying the meditative effects of actually staring at my blank screen, tapping my fingers on the keyboard, staring out the window and wrestling with the question: Is acceptance of the wall the way through the wall?

Still clueless, but this time having cleared it with Chandler I’m giving it another try tomorrow. I know it’s short notice, but join me if you like. I’ll be focused on writing – something – anything between 10:00 am – 6:00 pm on Sunday, June 7, 2009.

“Endlich gibt es Tempo als Toilettenpapier.”

“Endlich?”, dachte ich als Jürgen ging seine Nase putzen. “Du, hier sind die Taschentücher.” yodel ich ihm nach.

“Noooo ich hatte lieber Toilettenpapier”

Ach, deswegen.