Reformation

Here’s something to think about without ever running.

An excellent piece from The Believer, by Paul Collins about spelling reform

I’ve plenty more to say on this, but had to put it up right now because it’s a tad like chocolate mousse: should I stay back and reflect on the way the light falls on it, or take a gummy nip out of it…

Disclaimer: I could be nominated as a class A member of Tufty The Squirrel’s Woeful Spellers Club. If only Tufty had given up his obsessive interest in road safety. Spelling trauma was much more widespread in the 1970’s.

NPR piece here

Further thoughts on thinking about what Mr Murakami thought about when he was running, now that I have stopped running

Mr Murakami did not mention the hallucinations likely caused by pneumo deprivation. Like for example the other day before I had officially stopped running and was still running I saw Joe Biden sitting on a park bench wearing a pressed white shirt.  Joe Biden remained on the bench deep in thought on my second lap and I did not do a third lap so for all I know he’s still sitting there.

At the time he was rumoured to be in debate camp, but my eyes saw him on a park bench in a different country. And he was very pensive, which is vice presidential unlike the other peut etre VP twit who appears to be on non stop audition for a barn dance and might form some coherent sentences if she actually sat down on a bench.

Anyway I digress.

But if, after my paltry efforts at the sport of running, I induce visions of Biden; imagine the visions Mr Murakami has had, and omitted to tell us about. By mile 58 he surely should have been getting a peek at T-Rex (as in the dino, not the band), JFK (since oxygen deprived hallucinations appear to have a political theme). This is likely the truth behind Nessie the Loch Ness Monster. She’s real alright, but she’s international. A weekly acquaintance of anyone pacing about, torturing the achilles.