{"id":451,"date":"2003-07-31T12:32:00","date_gmt":"2003-07-31T17:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=451"},"modified":"2003-07-31T12:32:00","modified_gmt":"2003-07-31T17:32:00","slug":"451","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=451","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>C&#8217;\u00e9tait un matin tr\u00e8s long, et je ne vois pas encore la fin de la journ\u00e9e.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a giant poster on my wall here at the office.  It&#8217;s solid grey except for the upper right corner, which says &#8220;no 5,&#8221; although it&#8217;s a bit truncated.  It relieves the off-white of the walls and provides at least a semblance of another window to the room.<\/p>\n<p>After that heart-stopping preface, here I am.  Listening to music with the headphones, but only the right speaker covering my ear.  Grey shirt, khaki pants.  Timberline boots.  Matching belt.  Mismatched socks.  6&#8217;4&#8243;, though not sitting down.  Green eyes.  Red hair.  Goatee in progress.  My monitor looks remarkably akin to a flower on account of the post-its arrayed around the perimeter.<\/p>\n<p>Had lunch with Leslie yesterday, who shared a real insight about the NH girl.  She was just being real.  She&#8217;s a thoughtful person, and it wasn&#8217;t that I might have been unattractive (although little things may have played a part), it&#8217;s just she thought, &#8220;Where is this going to go, really?  How much of my time do I really want to fritter away on something that has little chance of coming to fruition, whatever that might look like?&#8221;  It was good for me to hear.  Stops the self-doubt.  It&#8217;s something that should have occurred to me a long, long time ago.  And it makes it easier to move on.<\/p>\n<p>I have no creative energy today, just as I&#8217;ve had little this week.  I could reach down and write about another memory from France or earlier in my younger days, but it would just be the same hackneyed, trite prose I always write.  I always end up writing about the curtains to start out, then I lose myself in some other mishmash of sensations and crap like that.  It&#8217;s old.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t want to be here.  I don&#8217;t know where I want to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C&#8217;\u00e9tait un matin tr\u00e8s long, et je ne vois pas encore la fin de la journ\u00e9e. There&#8217;s a giant poster on my wall here at the office. It&#8217;s solid grey except for the upper right corner, which says &#8220;no 5,&#8221; although it&#8217;s a bit truncated. It relieves the off-white of the walls and provides at [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/451"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=451"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/451\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=451"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=451"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=451"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}