Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The First Day Of Fall
I once read that every time you have a difficult decision to make, you should use the 10/10/10 rule. This is simple -- how will what I do matter in ten minutes, ten months, or ten years. I either got this out of Nietzsche's Human, All Too Human or Glamour Magazine, I'm not sure. At any rate, it works. I'm not a person who cares about much -- ninety-five percent of decisions I leave to other people who care a whole lot more about where to go to dinner or what to do on the weekend or should I have that last glass of champagne. Okay, I lie on the last of the list. To paraphrase Gore Vidal, you should always say yes to a chance at sex or appear on television or have the last glass of champagne.
Fall is my favorite season, a kind of dying valentine to a fallen and sad world. I love the holidays, love the chill in the air. It's a time for someone like me to fall into a kind of joy with the world again, a time of evaluation, consideration. Kind of like a spring cleaning except of the mind. Last fall I was looking down the barrel of an appendix rupturing and didn't know it. It's quite a blessing and comfort that we can't see that far down the road. For a time, I tried to read palms. I know what the lines mean, but I could never get beyond the basics. As for those big decisions, well, we can plan and worry, but we can only change our hand so much, but we can enjoy the dead leaves while we do it.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Anything worth doing is worth overdoing." Mick Jagger
Californication starts this Sunday. Praise be to Jesus, Hank Moody is back!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy first day of fall!