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The Queen Anne's Revenge.
Mar. 26th, 2006 12:40 amI tell you nothing.
But it seems that I will, perhaps, be living in Pittsburgh for a bit before moving further west, in something like a year's time. Parker and I will likely still be trying to fix houses. Good.
If you look up both of our names in the Oxford English Dictionary, I assure you that not only does mine mean infinitely more things, but also that mine is far more interesting. Being Jack has to do with being a knave and somewhat worthless, and with being a sailor, and being a sort of fish or something that is fed to them, and with various machines, and with being nearly everyone, out of work, or with every job, or a seducer of women. When people ask why it is my name, I generally answer that I named myself after one of the only things at which I have any skill. For some reason, they all seem to think that I mean being a pirate. Although I am fairly good at that, too.
I wrote quite a bit, tonight. My illustrator slave boy (who may have begun to redeem himself now that I've fired him) and I sat about in this perfect nameless cafe on ninth street. The music was fantastic, and they served my favourite brand of tea, and we worked until the candles burnt down.
But it seems that I will, perhaps, be living in Pittsburgh for a bit before moving further west, in something like a year's time. Parker and I will likely still be trying to fix houses. Good.
If you look up both of our names in the Oxford English Dictionary, I assure you that not only does mine mean infinitely more things, but also that mine is far more interesting. Being Jack has to do with being a knave and somewhat worthless, and with being a sailor, and being a sort of fish or something that is fed to them, and with various machines, and with being nearly everyone, out of work, or with every job, or a seducer of women. When people ask why it is my name, I generally answer that I named myself after one of the only things at which I have any skill. For some reason, they all seem to think that I mean being a pirate. Although I am fairly good at that, too.
I wrote quite a bit, tonight. My illustrator slave boy (who may have begun to redeem himself now that I've fired him) and I sat about in this perfect nameless cafe on ninth street. The music was fantastic, and they served my favourite brand of tea, and we worked until the candles burnt down.
