"The town was home to many kinds of people. In the eighteen years I lived there I learned a great deal. My emotional roots are there, and almost all my memories are connected to the place. Nevertheless, the spring I entered university, I heaved a deep sigh of relief when I left.I still come back for spring and summer vacation, but basically all I do is drink beer."— Haruki Murakami, "Hear the Wind Sing," 1979
Take 1: Get lost, real 'toids don't need you nostalgia goofs with your fond memories of Sciapacassee's and Mann Hall Park Bingo Tournaments. Real G's from Haruki's hometown agree fo' sho.ReplyDelete
Take 2: If all of you college goofs would have stuck around instead of "finding yourself" in Ann Arbore, Flint coulda been like a cooler version of Paris in the 1920s. Right, Haruki?
Take 3: Put down that 40 of Colders 29 and get learnt. The avant garde is here and now: while you're getting drunk on brewski like it is 1952 the future of post-creative thought is happening in Flint RIGHT NOW. Yo Haruki, toodle on over to Epsilon Trail if you need some inspirational resuscitation.
Good to see you again.Delete
How old do you think I am, anyway?ReplyDelete