Thursday, September 13, 2007
You Don't Drink Alone
A friend asked me for advice about vodka the other day and I said I thought as far as new vodkas went, Titos from Texas (distilled in Austin) was quite good and tasted like water which is what you want from vodka, something smooth and perfect. You don't, he said in mock horror, drink alone, do you? My friends have never gotten along so hot; there will be no cult for me in this lifetime. The closest I can get to having them all in the same room is celebrating some good writing news and even in my fantasies, I see myself trying to keep them from setting each other on fire and stuff like that, shit that brings a party down. So they don't like to imagine that I'm sharing cocktails with other people; they'd rather think of me as a bottomed out lush, slugging straight from the bottle than with their enemies being social. No, of course I don't, I told my friend. He smiled until I said, The dead are always with me. I never know if you're kidding or not, he said. And why would he? I'm a fiction writer after all. Timing is everything.
Pictured here, I'm with Santa Nino de Atocha with whom I have an uneasy relationship. Once a beloved bought me a shrine to him, the kind you plug into a wall and it shocked me, and I never really forgave it. The irony being that the Nino's speciality is forgiving the unforgivable. There's so many things I have failed at and badly, so many ways I have let myself and others down at the worst possible times. I suppose this is how we all feel at times, full of regret and sorrow for what we have done and what we have failed to do as the Catholic mass says. I suppose this is why the Nino is so daunting, his little incarnation imbued with such power, the power to forgive, to cease with judgment, to take off the hair shirt. Of course, I see him everywhere and he's often portrayed near water, imploring us to drink the purest thing on earth, forgiveness. It's not Titos, but I can use a glass now and then with a friend in a strange brown cape who doesn't say much but never leaves.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?" Lord Byron
Drinking novel suggestion: Song of Solomon Toni Morrison
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday! Excellent news from my dear friend Shawn -- I have been living oh so well and my fantasy has come true -- James Gandolfini is going to play the cult leader Jim Jones on an HBO mini-series! Oh happy day!