In the periods of my fishing voyage when the fish were sparse and my patience low I dug into the words of Hunter S. Thompson. He is a genius. I can not imagine giving up my books. No matter how many people may be around in the depths of a great book there is solitude.
When busying myself in the outdoors the world of media rarely if ever enters my mind. When inside a home boredom soon sets in and I pray for ESPN. It seems so funny how the environment to which you place yourself in determines the need for media. I imagine that if there was lone teepee with a television in the Cherokee village it would be the emptiest teepee of all. Then again, maybe there would be a waiting list scribbled in the dirt to enter. This I highly doubt.
I will not likely repeat this mass media deprivation. I will use my computer less for meaningless surfing, mindless games, and pointless social networking. I will not miss a San Antonio Spurs game. Manu Ginobili can score forty points on any night.
this blog had my laughing for some reason haha
ReplyDeleteSo did you end up catching anything, Zach? I don't seem to ever catch anything when I go fishing, which is probably why I don't go fishing all that much!
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