Wednesday, December 23, 2009
How much do we know about anyone? That seems like the most interesting question that comes from the relentless celebrity coverage of 2009, the deaths, the secrets, the love affairs, the plain old affairs, and everything else. The questions of identity and image, personae. The peculiar loneliness that afflicts us all in an age where we are more connected by technology than ever. I couldn't believe that I heard the Miles Davis song "Generique" on the Dolce and Gabana ad featuring Matthew McCounaghey. I like old Matt, but he's just not worthy of Miles Davis! Nor is television, particularly an ad for cologne. And why do men need fancy colognes anyway? High Karate and Polo was good enough for the boys of my youth.
I listened to that song every night during my first couple of years in Detroit, staring out the window of my upper flat, thinking about my future. My much older boyfriend would be asleep early, and I'd sit up next to my computer trying to dream up other worlds just like I do now. I didn't know who I was, and I still don't. But unlike then, I don't much mind the mystery. Each day, I'm more myself, a self I can choose to reveal at turns or not. Magic, mystery, the dark. The days now are gradually becoming longer, and I don't much care what the weather is doing as long as the sun stays out of my way.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery." Henry Miller
Reader question of the day Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? Christmas Eve for me.
Benedictions and Maledictions