People Still Shit in Paradise.

These kinds of things always reminds me of a book on Am Lit by DL Lawrence where he quipped about The Scarlet Letter. One key phrase that always stuck in my head, “nobody has muddy boots in the Scarlet Letter.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne writes romance.
And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it’s always daisy-time. As You Like It and Forest Lovers, etc. Morte D’Arthur.
Hawthorne obviously isn’t that kind of romanticist: though nobody has muddy boots in The Scarlet Letter, either. (Ch. 7, 88)

I hear this whenever I see tv being made, I’m on a photo shoot, watching the log files of a website and more mundane bits of life that involves things getting wet, dirty and snotty…

I digress.

Shorter mantra; no rain, no rainbows.

Also, the cup of coffee at the right temp at sunrise with a dog at your feet and the perfect cig drag only lasts a moment. Everything before and after that moment is crap ;)