my newest post ever.

It's late for a worknight. This memorial day weekend kind of spoiled my appetite for laboring in the heat....grrr............I really am thankful for the veterans sacrifices. I hate to think of myself not remembering them at the very least. I didn't watch saving private ryan, i kind of reserved that for veterans day in a tradition i established two years ago.

I wish when i typed the background was black, it's just more mood friendly. The stark white is well, stark, like moby dick. If you've ever read Moby Dick you'll remember that there are pages dedicated to man's irrational fear of things stark white. Ironically, i picked back up my copy of Moby Dick today in an effort to wade through it again. I've been treading around page 200 for a little too long. My dad has been reading a book called "The glory of their Times" about classic baseball players from the turn of the century. He's been telling me i'd like it for a month now.........tonight i picked it up as I was watching a Royals game because i couldn't go to sleep (irrational fears) and in the first few pages there is a description of how Moby Dick is a book about whaling, but not really just about whaling. Just as this book "isn't really just about baseball"........weird that both books were randomly on top of each other on the coffee table in the living room. Egghh.......also my dad discovered that there was a guy from the early 1900's from his hometown area that played for the Brookly Dodgers that he never new about but learned this weekend while at his high school reunion. He came home and sure enough Dazzy Vance ( i think that is hi name) is in the classic book, which i now must read.
There is a bunch to life that seems to be an endless metaphor.........
I really should try sleeping now..........