In Search of #6 ~ A travelogue and memoir written and performed by Damon Timm; available as an audiobook podcast (podiobook) in iTunes or on your feedreader.
Wherein Ben and Damon rekindle their longstanding friendship and put aside their bitter feud while reevaluating the truer meaning of prandial; Ben eats a rack of lamb and, without eggs, Damon suffers a fit of epilepsy and is comforted by a misplaced sparrow’s egg, which he places in his bicycle shorts for good luck.
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A conspiracy or spamming glitch: it seems you all have combined to write 67 more comments than I have written posts. I am ashamed. Though you may try and write as many comments as you can, but I have written 101334 more words than everyone here put together. Keep typing. You'll get there one day.
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Comment by Ursula
May 20, 2006 @ 7:52 pm | Link
I’m glad to see that you’ve since learned how to spell other words. If you have to write a word in bubbly letters, (which I remember, by the way) “friend” is a good one to choose.
Your situation with Ben is not so awfully unique. I learn more about Bill listening to him talk to others as well. In fact, that’s usually how I find out when he’s going on business trips or has just secured another patent.
Our conversations usually go like this: “How was work?” “Good. Busy.” “That’s good. (The flip side to “that sucks man.”) What do you want to do about dinner?”
Comment by Tommy 'The Machine' Gunn
May 28, 2006 @ 12:31 pm | Link
‘I believe myself to be mildly dyslexic (though I have never been tested) because I mix up every word and number combination imaginable and because everyone else in my immediate and extended family has a learning disability and I’ve come to think: why can’t I be special to?’
That last sentence should read ‘why can’t I be special too?’.
Diagnosis? Dyslexic and probably a bit mental.
Comment by Tamara
May 21, 2006 @ 10:52 am | Link
It is nice to know that there are people out here who will do such silly things as riding through the wilderness, crossing vast stretches of nowhere through several states on nothing but a bike as I will never, in this particular life that I now occupy, ever do such a thing. It amuses me. I am probably the ultimate example of all you abhor, I live a life of convenience. I must live within 10 miles of a Target, I love accumulating massive amounts of god knows what that I probably do not need, I love purchasing shoes, clothing and other accessories just because they match (even if I only wear it once) I love that the extent of my world knowledge stems in large part to dining in ethnic restaurants in the hustle and bustle of the city, and I go frantic when the G on my pager disappears, and I live in front of my computer. And therefor, you amuse me, in much the same as I must I amuse you. :) It’s hilarious!
Comment by Damon
May 28, 2006 @ 6:27 pm | Link
Dear Tommy:
Some of us try to be funny; others just are. In trying, some of us fail; others are laughed at because they are idiots.
You be the judge.
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