Eat a Peach
August 30, 2011
Maybe you heard a vaguely erotic, moanful cry from somewhere along A Street just now?
Sweet Jesus.. whatta peach.
Whatta morning.
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I starting writing Life of Wry in October 2008. Initially, I thought it'd be about writing. I thought I'd write when I had something to say, and I'd make my writing publish-worthy, or at least thoughtful. But, two things: 1) Everyone's a writer these days. Anyone can, and many do, just put stuff out there. It's not so fussy. So maybe I should lighten up. So I write fast and don't edit. 2) Life of Wry quickly became more family journal quality than literary journal quality. And I decided I like that. Something I can leave my son. My hope is that he'll learn a bunch about us, me, our life. At some point. I also take a shit ton of photos, and wanted to put my favorites somewhere.. because where else? I struggle mightily with the idea people are reading this. I am not necessarily writing for others; I'm writing and taking pictures for family posterity. If that holds any appeal, please enjoy! But my intended audience is our family. Finally, if I don't do a DAILY blog, it will become a NEVER blog. I thrive on discipline. I fail without it. So whether there is anything to write about or not, there will be a blog. Thanks for stopping by. I actually love that you're here.Recent Posts
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August 30, 2011 at 8:20 pm
“if you don’t want my peaches, don’t shake my tree…”
what song is that from?
Anyway, besides the exquisite taste emanating from your blog photo, the title is also one of my favorite albums.
August 30, 2011 at 8:40 pm
The one that comes to mind is that Steve Miller Band song.. the Joker. I know there are peaches and trees in that song. I thought it was more, “really love your peaches, want to shake your tree,” or something like that.
I love Eat a Peach, too.