Tuesday, August 10, 2004


Somewhat related to the Lebowski post, a book excerpt extolling laziness. Check this out:
Greatness and late rising are natural bedfellows. Late rising is for the independent of mind, the individual who refuses to become a slave to work, money, ambition. In his youth, the great poet of loafing, Walt Whitman, would arrive at the offices of the newspaper where he worked at around 11.30am, and leave at 12.30 for a two-hour lunch break. Another hour's work after lunch and then it was time to hit the town.
That sounds about right. Oh well, back to work.
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