Today is inspirational quote day at the bivouac. Such things tend to happen during hardboiled phases when it’s easier to assemble snippets of something someone else said and be done with it: “Everyone is influenced by everybody but you bring it down home the way you feel it.” –Thelonious Monk “You do a commercial you’re off the artistic roll call forever.” –Bill Hicks “If people think it sucks, then so fucking what? You’re going to keep going.” –Mike Watt “Am I so sane that I just blew your mind?” –Cosmo Kramer “I examine my skin searching for the pore with EXIT over it.” –Bill Knott (Click link for context) “Just phase out, breathe in, wear sandals and pretend it’s a fine world.” –Charles Bukowski…
Overtures are made on behalf of the Fly Fishing Film Tour about receiving a promotional care package. Your first thought is that your fears of a continued slide into blog irrelevancy are momentarily abated. Or they had a long list. Your second thought is, you are an outlaw blogger, do they know what they’re getting into? Then you look down and you’re wearing khakis; self-assesment may be in order. Your third thought is, you’ve already read the post to end all posts about the F3T care package by the Reverend Roughfisher, and what else are you going to say? Thought number four: There’s beer inside the box. Ensconced in bubble wrap. Five: Free hat! Six: There’s no showing in New York City. Lots of people…
Stumbled upon this in my research*.
*(pronounced with the emphasis on the second syllable.)
Last month a newspaper reporter and writer named Morgan Sherburne wrote an essay about some of my blog posts. (The connection: Morgan is dating Matt Dunn, who does Fishbeer, one of my favorite blogs.) Prior, I had not heard the term “Flash Essay.” I just like to write short. Here’s the link to Morgan’s post on Essay Daily.
Matt posted a 2012 video recap. If not for my bias towards the deft jon boat handler at the beginning, my favorite would be the feeding of tarpon via hand or fly.
As of today, this here blog has been operative for nine years. In this time of reflection, I can’t help but think of the words of Sargeant Stedenko (played by Stacy Keach):
Two minutes and 22 seconds in, one of the guitars shifts gears and turns the mood of the song, and it’s just a variation of “mama’s little baby loves shortnin’ shortnin, mama’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread.”