Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Burn After Reading
My deep and abiding love for the depressing comes from my parents. I didn't realize this since they were, on the surface, both cheerful and funny. But their book collection is straight out of Kafka -- not one book that isn't somehow disaster-themed or murder-based. What can I say? The apple doesn't fall far. Besides the mandatory copy of The Road Less Travelled (untouched by the looks of it and even Scott Peck all but abandoned his success as a new-age guru to explore the existence of demons), all I can find out about are people's near death experiences or the trial of Cullen Davis.
There's a picture of me and my sister as children where we hold candles in front of the fireplace. She's looking pissed off as the wax had dripped on her and hurt her. I'm mesmerized by the flame. Fire, that violent transformation, the story of the phoenix and all that. Lately, I see ads that say, I Am A Phoenix, touting the University of Arizona's on-line program. Here's to that idea for the modern age -- that we can reinvent ourselves and rise again in another form for another day.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I've just been really lucky to not be too much of a stereotype." Marisa Tomei
Drinking movie suggestion: Henry Poole Is Here
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Fat Tuesday!