Saturday, October 28, 2006
This weekend is a good time to recover from the World Series, right?
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Use your death to make a living." Ernest Hemingway
One part Grey Goose vodka
One part cranberry juice liqueur
Splash of cranberry juice
Shake with ice, strain into cocktail glass
Benedictions and Maledictions
Everything Seems Dead
Everyone had lost something -- a finger or toe,
friends, fluency, currency. Most still flew, though,
all that war training having some small part
in the other life. As a child, I feared being buried
alive above all else and made my father promise
to stab a stake of holly through my heart when
my time came to be lowered into the ground.
Instead of planning my funeral, my dad told
me I could ride in a helicopter with one of his
friends, who said, Everything seems so fucking
dead after Vietnam. Don't curse in front of the little
girl, another guy said. She's heard it before, he
replied. I nodded. Those were the days when I
saw a lot, understood little, much like now, I suppose.
Happy Saturday, everyone!