Saturday, August 05, 2006
The Good Girl
There was a time a few years ago when women started wearing tiny horse shoes around their neck (I believe Carrie on Sex and the City started the trend). I'd see these horse shoes everywhere, some plain, some sparkling with diamonds, some facing up and some down. I worried about the women wearing the ones facing down, all their good luck leaching out toward their breasts and onto the floor. I'm going to say something that will cause people to gasp -- I hate animals, even and maybe especially, horses. I don't even know the plot of Black Beauty and the only time I have ever used the term is referring to speed. But I have a fondness for all things symbolic and the luck of the horse shoe strikes me as true.
I found a real horse shoe right after I had sex with someone for the first time. Like most women, I wanted something to commemorate the experience and so I kept my eyes on the ground during the hike back to the house. After picking it up and examining it for a while, I decided to keep it. I also saw a cow skull that had been picked clean by vultures, but I didn't have the strength to carry it for the remaining two miles. In a life of losing many things I said I never would, of ruining things that I swore to take care of, the horse shoe has stayed with me all this time. It's sturdy and hasn't broken during all my moves. I keep it on a bookcase, pointed upward, of course, lest my luck run out.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"After living in the dark for so long a glimpse of light can make you giddy. Strange thoughts come into your head and you better think them. Is there a secret message right in front of you and you're not reading it? Is this your last chance? Are you gonna take it? Or are you going to the grave with unlived lives in your veins?"
- The Good Girl
Drinking movie suggestion: The Good Girl
This is a movie written by Mike White (of Chuck and Buck fame), and it's brilliant and funny.
Benedictions and Maledictions
We Turn From the Joy of Living to Remembrances of the Dead
Even a drowned
wasp can sting,
provided you chance
upon it in the exact
right position. Like
most things, this is
only a matter of time.