September 22: Glamour Profession

It's late night and I should be in bed, but until my ship comes in I live night by night. Not that I take to the streets every night. I hardly ever, actually. Saw a live show last Thursday. Very well, but that's it.

It's just that with strange occupations come strange days, followed by time to spill out over the whole day, until night time, when the finishing line is just around the corner anyway, so you might as well enjoy the darkness and the lights you don't appreciate when it's all light anyway.

Anyway, I am not as far from bed as I may have given you the impression of. I am actually on it. Sitting on the dock of it. Waiting to dive in. Or maybe I'll just walk slowly. Read a book that I am trying to read, just so that it will be finished. Then I can say I have read a book, which leaves possibilities of perhaps getting through another one, and so on.

Never been crazy about them books. I was an early reader and, more importantly, a good one. But words and letters in the book format never grabbed my attention. Never as much as the constant countdown of the number of pages I had left to read until I could leave the book behind, anyway. And I regularly lost my train of thoughts midways through a page, only to be aware of it two pages later. Being the thorough pupil and person I was and very much am today, I went back two pages and started where I lost touch with the meaning of the words that I was swallowing in sentences.

"Nutrition is more than what you put in your mouth", a man said in the paper this Saturday. So I try to stuff myself every opening I get, which may sound perverse, but really isn't. Because if it was, I wouldn't have put it here in the first place. And then you wouldn't be reading this. No, not this. That! That which I wouldn't have written. Or maybe you have lost your train of thoughts 17 sentences ago, anyway, and frankly won't notice or care. If so: go on.

Splendid week to all who get through my words!
Sondre Lerche

PS! Is there time for a record suggestion at the dock of the bed? Yessir. When I faint - and I just did, last week, I won't tell you why - I dream about this record. All the songs played in high speed, and I heard every word, every chord. And I loved it even more than I did when I heard it before I fainted. "Gaucho" by Steely Dan is the record for fainters like myself. Hear it, and faint.