/*23 Breaths: Thomas Pynchon*/

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Thomas Pynchon


"Offshore winds had been too strong to be doing the surf much good, but surfers found themselves getting up early anyway to watch the dawn weirdness, which seemed like a visible counterpart to the feeling in everybody's skin of desert winds and heat and relentlessness, with the exhaust from millions of motor vehicles mixing with microfine Mojave sand to refract the light toward the bloody end of the spectrum, everything dim, lurid and biblical, sailor-take-warning skies. The state liquor stamps over the tops of tequila bottles in the stores were coming unstuck, is how dry the air was"
Thomas Pynchon - Inherent Vice

I awoke to a morning not too unlike what Mr. Pynchon describes.
Not  a good thing, when wearing any clothes was too hot and wearing nothing at all was simultaneously too cold and bound to stretch the limits of a very flexible HR policy on what constitutes business casual.

I mean how many times can you show up to work totally starkers before people begin to notice.

2 comments:

Rudy Martinez said...

"I mean how many times can you show up to work totally starkers before people begin to notice?"

No more than Four

pranaglider said...

Rudy, My personal record is seven but I'm working in California and claim to belong to a religious organization that require certain Holy days to be "sky clad". Works great when I haven't done enough laundry. Oh, and remind me to talk to you about non-drug blood pressure treatments.