Dear Readers

Dear Readers,

It is my pleasure to have the opportunity to write to you today as a representative of J.L. Phil Rooney, esq. You have been carefully selected as the handful of people who give enough of a damn to read his blog. For this time only, you will be able to read a limited account of his adventures over the weekend comprising March 15th through 17th in the year of someone's lord, 2008.

On March 15th my employer awoke in mid-morning. He made pancakes and began reading Kurt Vonnegut's novel Breakfast of Champions. In the recent past he had finished Fyodor Dostoevsky's classic work, The Brothers Karamazov. He thoroughly agrees with the French philosopher Albert Camus's statement that Dostoevsky is "the great prophet of the 20th-century." Even more thoroughly does he agree with the statement, "It is a damn good thing and a relief to finish a long-ass book you've been reading for over a month." Unfortunately it is not known to whom to attribute this declaration, thus it remains anonymous.

My employer also enjoyed reading the aforementioned Breakfast. He found it was a short, easy and pleasurable read. Nonetheless it was difficult to comprehend that it was one of his father's favorite books, or so his uncle David had once wrote him. He is currently going through the emotionally difficult (and rewarding) process of reading Alice Walker's The Color Purple.

This weekend held more pleasures than those found in texts. Mr. Rooney had the opportunity of Friday evening to join his friend Charloette and several of her associates for an evening of drinking and dancing. The evening included a small party, the club known as The Villa, and a what is known in Norway as a nachspiel.

The rest of the weekend was spent enjoying the fine sunny and warm weather that enveloped the Oslo metropolitan area. This enjoyment including what he would refer to as "chillin'" on the porch of his flat as well as trips into downtown Oslo to perform creative acts on a plank with wheels, also known as a skateboard. He was assailed by grannies and security, a pattern that within his experiences is fairly common.

As of this writing, he is hastily preparing for a trip to Berlin. Unfortunately, he is unable to write to you further at this time as he must "Hurry the fuck up."

Regards,
XXXX*


*Name withheld for legal reasons