February 11th is the 42nd day of the year, and as such, should hold a special significance to most nerds and SmartPeoplez – however, I’m not feeling TERRIBLY aware of any sense of significance to the day. The typical feeling of struggling to keep up, wondering at my place in the universe, and trying to remember what it is that I need to get done today all vie for position in my mind as the birds chirp in the grey outside. The Super Bowl is girding its loins well and good in order to happen to other people and my body is settling down from a half-assed but heartfelt workout even as my brain recovers from my morning French lessons.
We’re planning a Trip, a Wandering, finally crossing the Atlantic into terror incognito with naught but friends, fans and family to help us find our way. I’m using it as a deadline, or perhaps just a good excuse, to remind my body and mind what it should have been doing on a regular basis for the past almost-fifty years.
And so I’m sore and I’m beginning to struggle through an interior mélange of pidgin French as a lot of really simple, random words and phrases are randomly au francais sur mon tete. My interior monologue rambles through the day and it’s fascinating how language comes back. It’s fascinating how it’s almost entirely useless so far. It reminds me of being in Mexico. Because of the linguistic similarities in print, being surrounded by Spanish got me thinking in French, which ended up being useless and confusing for EVERYONE.
With practice I have vague hopes that this’ll all slowly congeal into something solid and useful. Fortunately, most of mon amis are familiar with me looking them in l’oeil and making NO sense whatsoWHOEVER.
Not many people read the Journal – so I’m going to slip an Easter Egg in here of our work in progress from today… If there’s nothing below, it’s because I’ve deleted it…