Dispatches from the belly of the beast

wrote:

...are you both contemplative and contemptuous .....

Hmm. I reread my post to see if there was contempt expressed and saw
that maybe it might be read that way. Ooops. Was meant to be wryly
humorous, but I may have struck a wrong note. Oh, well.

In fact, turns out I enjoy talking to and BSing with customers more than
I imagined I might. I didn't mean to imply that fly shop dudes are in
need of a better class of customer, but rather that we all of us are
perhaps in need of a better class of aphorism.... even a better class of
cliché. g

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John Russell aka JR

On Wed, 14 Jun 2006 12:35:09 -0700, JR wrote:

wrote:

...are you both contemplative and contemptuous .....

Hmm. I reread my post to see if there was contempt expressed and saw
that maybe it might be read that way. Ooops. Was meant to be wryly
humorous, but I may have struck a wrong note. Oh, well.

In fact, turns out I enjoy talking to and BSing with customers more than
I imagined I might. I didn't mean to imply that fly shop dudes are in
need of a better class of customer, but rather that we all of us are
perhaps in need of a better class of aphorism.... even a better class of
cliché. g

I didn't take your post as contemptuous, but I might suggest that when
one asks the DJ to spin a little "Shakespeare or Ambrose Bierce or Oscar
Wilde or Mencken or de Rochefoucauld," one should be familiar with
same...

TC,
R
....what light might through yon screen break - fishing is the east and
catching is the sun....

wrote:

I didn't take your post as contemptuous, but I might suggest that when
one asks the DJ to spin a little "Shakespeare or Ambrose Bierce or Oscar
Wilde or Mencken or de Rochefoucauld," one should be familiar with
same...

Preferring by default to assume the best of others (even here), I'll
choose to believe you're not serious.

On Wed, 14 Jun 2006 21:31:19 -0700, JR wrote:

wrote:

I didn't take your post as contemptuous, but I might suggest that when
one asks the DJ to spin a little "Shakespeare or Ambrose Bierce or Oscar
Wilde or Mencken or de Rochefoucauld," one should be familiar with
same...

Preferring by default to assume the best of others (even here), I'll
choose to believe you're not serious.

Rigid seriousness is the last hurrah for the boring and shallow...

HTH,
R

wrote:

Rigid seriousness is the last hurrah for the boring and shallow...

Mmmm. No doubt.

HTH,
R

Since you don't, it doesn't much matter that it doesn't much.

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John Russell aka JR

On Wed, 14 Jun 2006 21:48:38 -0700, JR wrote:

wrote:

Rigid seriousness is the last hurrah for the boring and shallow...

Mmmm. No doubt.

HTH,
R

Since you don't, it doesn't much matter that it doesn't much.

I really do...for example, I hope it helps certain unnamed parties
realize that while encountering interesting discussions regarding
literary figures while in a flyshop might be welcome under certain
circumstances, making a plea such as "Please, please, PLEASE, look into,
oh, I dunno, Shakespeare or Ambrose Bierce or Oscar Wilde or Mencken or
de Rochefoucauld before your next trip to the fly shop" makes you sound
like just the sort of pretentious twit that would be found in a
high-dollar Ketchum, Jr. flyripoffshop that caters to the sort of twits
who like to tell themselves that they are the types of sporting
intellectuals to whom such conversations are de rigueur. I don't go to
places like flyshops to talk 17th century French ideas, I wanna talk
about pussy, tell and hear whoppers, talk tools, talk about pussy, make
lewd comments about good lookin' wimmen, tell drinking stories, and
other appropriate stuff. If I want literary discussions, we'll toss a
dinner party...remember, he who can control the table at a sophisticated
dinner party can rule the world...

H _T_ H,
R
....not to mention that he who has the gift of fishing has, um, the
faculty divine whose creative and controlling energy inspires Man's
mind, guides his actions and adorns his life...and it doesn't require
the use of the deviltry of pretension...a folly, perhaps, but a shorenuf
fun folly, to be sure...