|Ernest Hemingway looked at the world |
with feeling but without sentimentality.
6:00 - Wake up in my cozy king-size bed in my cold peasant-size cabin. Light candles and sip water until all evil spirits hit the highway and digestive waste hits the low way. Meditate briefly on the meaning of my existence and flush. Sit down on my yoga mat. Thank the author of life for another sunrise and making me better looking than 52% of humanity. Do ab crunches, pelvic lifts, and leg squats. Recite an inspirational mantra: "I'm immortal and women dig me."
|Mark Twain refused to take himself too|
seriously in a world of literary pretentions.
10:00 - Hit the weights for bench presses, back rows, shoulder presses, and bicep curls. Hit the kitchen for lean meats, whole grains, and veggies. Shower for an inappropriately-long time, touching myself fondly but not sexually. Powerwalk a mile across gorgeous desert wilderness, looking quite gay but developing tight oblique and buttock muscles that make me more than capable of circling back to open a can of whup-ass on any roadside mockers. Get inspired by the awesome ever-changing-and-swirling skies to have another conversation with the infinite that inevitably leads to "You're big, I'm small; you're right, I'm wrong." Damn it!
|Jack London dared to apply Darwin's |
theories to the animals within us all.
5:00 - Edit the material I composed with a sharper and more creative mind in the morning. Dine with friends and loved ones. Argentinian steak and goat cheese Greek salad with Spanish red wine or Arrachera steak and nopal cactus salad with pulque cactus beer or something like that. Laugh at totally inappropriate humor and give thanks that life-enhancing jokes are still legal in Mexico. Hit on women who are out of my league and who laugh at me hysterically but not in a good way.
|Lyn Fuchs gazes out over his ranch, scratches |
himself, and scribbles for a couple of hours.