tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112793.post652004329573092289..comments2023-09-24T03:18:15.557-04:00Comments on Guanaguanare: the laughing gull: More from Walden - Henry David ThoreauGuanaguanarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16633889363662650322noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112793.post-10550460619567806762010-11-04T18:19:26.649-04:002010-11-04T18:19:26.649-04:00Louis, you made me laugh. I also feel sad that the...Louis, you made me laugh. I also feel sad that the bar was destroyed and with it, all photographic evidence of your sartorial stasis or good sense, depending on the point of view of the beholder. I think more people should be like this. It is very liberating. <br /><br />Clothes are also way, way down on my list of priorities, that's why I loved Thoreau's opinions on the subject. I think we conclude that if something is old but in good condition and wearable, it makes sense to continue wearing it instead of throwing it out and going to the expense of getting something new that is in good condition and wearable. <br /><br />Some people do love their jewellery and clothes and shoes and have shown consternation when my eyes glaze over when their conversations turn to those things. I have never found them to be remotely interesting. Similarly, they might not see treasures but only junk in the beautiful seashells, pebbles or drift seeds or sea glass that I collect. As I collect them, free as they are, I remain aware that they are also worldly items and in acquiring them I am also satisfying an equally materialistic impulse. To each his own. <br /><br />Louis, the people who love your heart will not think less of you because of what you wear, and they are the most important people in your life. Thanks for visiting and commenting.<br />BlessingsGuanaguanarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16633889363662650322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112793.post-82815713072121422632010-11-04T02:08:11.008-04:002010-11-04T02:08:11.008-04:00I don't know whether it's because I am che...I don't know whether it's because I am cheap or slovenly, but I haven't felt compelled to have a frequently refreshed wardrobe for sometime. I was not so conscious of that trait until one night at a bar almost halfway around the world from here that I used to visit with some friends who lived in that country. This bar was a very unusual place. It was just one small room at the front of a house, part livingroom, part bar and part museum. It was owned and staffed by the family (father, son and daughter) who lived there and they had a tradition of photographing every customer and preserving the photographs in well-thumbed albums going back years. On one visit as I leafed through the album of the previous year, there was my photo. And in it I was wearing the same shirt I was wearing that night! I didn't have the courage to go look up the albums of even earlier visits. I was sure I'd see me in the same shirt again. Some months later I received word that the bar had burned to the ground, along with all its albums and the memorabilia left by patrons over the years. I was saddened, but I had a sly relief that no one leafing through the albums between his drinks would would somehow notice I wore the same shirt on two, and perhaps more visits years apart.louishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02724442924909561263noreply@blogger.com