My efforts today have centred on preparations for a trip to Lincoln where I will be delivering a talk to students of the university. I have one ready but can never leave it alone. I add and remove images constantly mainly in the hope of finding a good way to end it. In “Swimming to Cambodia” Spalding Gray describes a time when he could not leave home without hearing a positive word on the radio. Often these signals would be ridiculously out of context. He would hear something like: “the death rate is ‘up'” and he could go out.
Here follows another list of searches that have washed up on my blog. Often it is easy to see what people seem to be looking for. Other searches however appear to be the vague pilgrimages of the bored. I myself (like many others I am sure) am guilty of typing in my own name hoping, I think, to find something new or unexpected.
San Antonio Texas, “slow shrink man”
New South Wales, Australia, “God’s silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the”
Waterloo, Ontario, ” recurring image have we seen at least 3 times in the pearl”
London, “Malcolm Quinn”
Windsor Board of Education, Ontario “Monte Cristo pearls”
Ever behind the times, I was sad to discover that Spalding Gray committed suicide in 2004.
