tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71526582009-07-18T18:56:19.351-04:00Observations from the Bottom of the PageGeof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.comBlogger2546125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-34108101274929366042009-07-11T23:30:00.000-04:002009-07-13T18:53:49.417-04:00<strong>Even though the sun had set, it gave no indication that it would disappear entirely, and feral bunnies hopped through that permanent crepuscular world.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-3410810127492936604?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-488235237318858672009-07-10T16:24:00.000-04:002009-07-10T16:25:23.514-04:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Enough wine to feel in his limbs the pull of sleep.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-48823523731885867?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-11609053839400871272009-07-08T23:35:00.001-04:002009-07-08T23:36:54.135-04:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">The last orange streetlight in a row of glowing orange streetlights was the moon, low and seeping through the trees.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-1160905383940087127?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-38170974474201609202009-07-07T22:58:00.000-04:002009-07-07T22:59:49.344-04:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">He cut slivers of snakeskin off the corncob.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-3817097447420160920?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-29230203350607992312009-07-06T22:57:00.002-04:002009-07-06T23:01:06.375-04:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">He could not play any music, he could not wash any clothes, on his washboard thumbnail.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-2923020335060799231?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-48115983802392934382009-07-05T22:37:00.002-04:002009-07-05T22:38:21.541-04:00<strong>Shadows running away from swerving headlights.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-4811598380239293438?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-86247829237328502232009-07-05T22:37:00.001-04:002009-07-05T22:37:44.775-04:00<strong>Further on, the bottom of the sky and the clouds within it turned lilac.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-8624782923732850223?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-61650761874075817872009-07-05T22:36:00.000-04:002009-07-05T22:37:02.930-04:00<strong>The moon so thin [ ] blue sky showed through.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-6165076187407581787?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-62061373806189156652009-07-03T23:02:00.000-04:002009-07-03T23:03:48.867-04:00The old windup clock clicked frantically towards eleven pm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-6206137380618915665?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-65395690542203039062009-07-02T23:59:00.001-04:002009-07-03T00:02:02.685-04:00<strong>A green cloth bag hung from the chair, its black strap twisted.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-6539569054220303906?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-52278744544077174362009-07-01T22:47:00.002-04:002009-07-01T22:49:30.162-04:00<strong>On the sign, all the letters of the word "STRAWBERRY" were black, except for the B, which was actually an 8.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-5227874454407717436?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-27484703210347508232009-06-30T22:47:00.000-04:002009-06-30T22:48:02.293-04:00<strong>Hail is a practical form of lightning.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-2748470321034750823?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-47816786217106831322009-06-30T00:00:00.000-04:002009-06-30T00:01:09.299-04:00<strong>He considered the toast pre-crumb.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-4781678621710683132?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-75426507251478550262009-06-29T21:50:00.000-04:002009-06-29T21:51:31.412-04:00<strong>He considered bread pre-toast.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-7542650725147855026?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-38686752485493808942009-06-26T23:22:00.001-04:002009-06-26T23:25:22.822-04:00<strong>He wondered, while sipping a milkshake, if pistachio was a flavor of its own.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-3868675248549380894?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-142580888030560382009-06-25T23:19:00.000-04:002009-06-25T23:20:07.947-04:00<strong>His hands were throbbing and humming in the heat.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-14258088803056038?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-50301434163817885572009-06-23T23:41:00.001-04:002009-06-23T23:43:34.583-04:00<strong>He could not recall any advantages that thinking had brought him.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-5030143416381788557?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-13644212145835087442009-06-22T23:07:00.001-04:002009-06-22T23:08:34.994-04:00<strong>A gurgling, a splashing, a rumbling that could only be the dishwasher or his head.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-1364421214583508744?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-22630693045456966462009-06-20T23:37:00.000-04:002009-06-20T23:38:23.796-04:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">He counted absentmindedly to twenty-seven.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-2263069304545696646?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-7635733434557322142009-06-19T09:01:00.001-04:002009-06-19T09:01:41.667-04:00<strong>What he found within it was alive.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-763573343455732214?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-55097152554321823992009-06-19T09:00:00.003-04:002009-06-19T09:01:21.459-04:00<strong>From his birthday towards hers, for once.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-5509715255432182399?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-30756610274115928062009-06-19T09:00:00.002-04:002009-06-19T09:00:55.329-04:00<strong>A slender flowerless lilac with the shade of shaggy maples.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-3075661027411592806?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-59128198249923630042009-06-19T08:57:00.001-04:002009-06-19T08:58:54.496-04:00<strong>He could not uncover the significance of the pubic hair in the shape of an S and stuck to the bar of soap.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-5912819824992363004?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-75574331555225032009-06-18T22:51:00.002-04:002009-06-18T22:53:38.226-04:00<strong>What the room smelled of was a dampness left so long that it dried, a pungency, paper labia, the door that opened didn't accept the breeze.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-7557433155522503?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152658.post-89789851099001226542009-06-16T23:27:00.001-04:002009-06-16T23:29:35.076-04:00<strong>The stripes of the placemats, the red table cloth, vertical slats wood as chairbacks, the cones of lamplight.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152658-8978985109900122654?l=onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com'/></div>Geof Huthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com2