Beans for Breakfast

I left the apartment in the afternoon and trudged, blinking at the clouds, toward Bauhaus. I ran into an aquaintance at the stoplight on Broadway. She was hiding under a black hooded-sweatshirt and we chatted about unemployment and retread our recurring, “Have you seen Sara lately?” conversation. We said good-bye outside Bauhaus [...]

Throughout the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, landowners forced thousands of people off their land to make way for sheep grazing. In 1845, a group of people in Glen Calvie were evicted and ended up staying their first night in the yard of Croick Kirk. They carved their names and messages in one of the church windows.

The hostel’s manager printed out a set of directions for a few different trips, including the ride to Croick Kirk. He took me downstairs, gave me a ten-speed and helmet. I packed a lunch and a book and took the bike for a quick spin around the grounds. No problems - it was just like falling off a log, as they say. So by 9:00, I was sailing down the driveway to the main road.

Things borrowed from me and not returned:

red Goretex jacket (Scott)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (Scott)
David Byrne - The Forest CD (Eventually replaced) (Sarah)

Things I’ve borrowed and not returned:

25 cents (Wayne)
VCR tape of last year’s seadon finale of ER with a label on it that says “Boston Public” (Kreg and Adriana)
television (Chris)

Five truths & five lies about The Novel:
The first day’s writing ends with the phrase “fax machine”.
After yesterday’s particularly productive writing session I’ve been able to continue with no loss of momentum.
I’m using material from a comic strip I sketched out in 1996 as a springboard.
The afore mentioned recycled concept is as timely today as [...]