Sunday, April 19, 2009

hunter thompson

Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.

(i read "Rum Diaries" while i was in france, this is an excerpt)


  1. Jeff love your story on farm and this excerpt. question?can you put this blog on twitter and would it be easer to stay connected that way? I miss you and thing of you often. I enjoy notes.

  2. I am at work in a hurry sorry... that was from mom

  3. i dont know how to use twitter... mm.. sisters, can you help? beth, anicia, erin?

  4. jeff you are soo computer illiterate.

    no you can't post this on twitter--but you post that you updated your blog.

    just join jeff. you aren't that busy. pretty self explanatory.