AND MICROAGGRESSIONS TOO!

DE QUINCEYEAN SENSORY DERANGEMENT - TO AN EXTENT

THIS JUST IN FROM THE BBC:

Lake District mountains: 'Drugged' walkers rescued

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Image captionThe walkers were said to be too "stoned" to get themselves off the mountain

A group of hikers who became unable to walk after taking drugs sparked a major mountain rescue.

Officers from the Cumbria force tweeted: "words fail us" after being called by four men at Hardrigg Gill on Scafell in the Lake District.

The police tweet said: "Persons phoning Cumbria Police because they are stuck on a mountain, after taking cannabis."

Wasdale and Duddon mountain rescue teams were called out just after 18:30 BST on Saturday. 

The group was eventually brought down to safety at 21:45 BST.

Supt Justin Bibby of Cumbria Police said: "Taking alcohol or any other substance that could impair your judgement significantly increases your risk of getting into trouble. It has no place on a mountain."

FONTS

Walking on Sunset Boulevard this morning:

BEYOND THE PAIL

Seen while walking in the 'hood.

Drive like your kids live where?  In the garbage?  In the tree?  And are the kids living somewhere that you don’t?  

Oddly enough, wisdom seems not always to be found on trees.

BB GUNS

There's a very nice line in William Burroughs’, Last Words, The Final Journals of William S Burroughs  - he writes of "A long time ago but not too far to walk.”  

          This sent me digging around for other mentions of walking in the 

journals.  I found this one: “I carry a .38 snubbie on my premises, at my belt at all times.  I leave the door open.  Someone walks in with something in mind, he won’t walk away.”

The stuff of good noir fiction, right?  And how very different Bill’s life might have been if he’d kept his taste for gunplay inside the covers of a book.

And I did I find the above photograph of Burroughs walking with Kurt Cobain - I bet there was some sparkling conversation that day – perhaps some talk of guns.  For what it’s worth, I think the Burroughs/Cobain collaboration The “Priest” They Called Him - Burroughs reads, Cobain makes glorious guitar noise - is about as good as “spoken word with music” ever gets.