{"id":381,"date":"2001-06-20T07:49:00","date_gmt":"2001-06-20T07:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=381"},"modified":"2001-06-20T07:49:00","modified_gmt":"2001-06-20T07:49:00","slug":"wreck_beach_mem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wreck_beach_mem\/","title":{"rendered":"wreck beach memoires"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>last night in my dream, i (being a man in middle of my life) looked contemplatively into the  salt-encrusted frying pan which was baking in our fire.  i had made a desicion, but broaching it with my partner was going to be delicate.  i got up to fill the pan with sea water so i might attempt to clean off the scales which were baked into the cast iron.  as i sat down again on the sand, i looked at my  emaciated companion, regarding his skeletal appearance, recalling how robust he had been just a few months before.<br \/>\n&#8220;tom,&#8221; i said, looking into his hollow eye sockets, &#8220;i think it&#8217;s time we made my film.&#8221;<br \/>\ntom&#8217;s head slowly rose, the set of his jaw defiant as he formulated his response.<br \/>\nbefore he could reply, i interjected, &#8220;you know it&#8217;s time. look around. we&#8217;ve done all we can here.&#8221;<br \/>\ntom&#8217;s ribcage expanded grotesquely as he took a deep breath and straightened up. at that moment, i couldn&#8217;t see anything of the man i&#8217;d known for two decades.  i could see nothing but bone and muscle and tendon. an animated corpse. i didn&#8217;t know him any longer.  i didn&#8217;t know what his answer would be.<br \/>\nat the very moment i thought tom would break from the strain of it, he slumped back into his weak and defeated pose.  &#8220;okay, roger,&#8221; he said quietly, &#8220;but only if i get a volleyball.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>last night in my dream, i (being a man in middle of my life) looked contemplatively into the salt-encrusted frying pan which was baking in our fire. i had made a desicion, but broaching it with my partner was going to be delicate. i got up to fill the pan with sea water so i <span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span> <span class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wreck_beach_mem\/\" class=\"more-link\"><span>Read More &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-381","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/381","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=381"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/381\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=381"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=381"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=381"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}