Sunday, May 25, 2003

why you should read Pure Land Mountain

Permalinks are broken so I'll just quote--

Recent mornings, just at the cusp of dawn, there is this insane bird--sounds like he (must be a he, a female bird wouldn't waste the time) is screaming "What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?" harshly loudly and exactly in that frantically familiar rhythm, as though a hard disc just crashed or two tires just blew out or something equivalently imminent-achievement shattering, over and over dozens of times, and at sunrise, what could be the point, but he's not in a tree he's in the brush, so can't be seen and I wonder what such a frantic call must be meant to convey on a regular dawnly basis, particularly in Spring, is he some kind of avian asset management CEO?...
Where the above described bird is a Type A personality, our counterpart is much more a laid back underachiever. "Hey baby" he calls, unenthusiastically, apparently not expecting much of a response. Also a morning bird but I don't think he's been around lately. Slacker.

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