Thursday, March 25, 2010
The Evil Eye
You guys know that my luck has been all but perfect and so it goes without saying that I know everything in the world. But here's a mystery that has troubled me since the beginning of time, the jinx or the evil eye. My older female relatives always warned that as soon as you speak of something in glowing terms, you lose it. I already wrote about Jesse James' first mistress (and then there were four!) and how much I loathe the kiss and tell. But here's another question that the scandal brings up for me, unrelated to the various doomed tattooed love mistresses on Jesse's gun magazine of misery. When you give voice to something wonderful (ie, Sandra Bullock at the various awards shows, praising her husband), do you put yourself at risk?
The first time I managed to water ski, I remember not thinking at all. My dad's friend Larry had sat with me in the water, smoking a cigarette while I put on the child skis. It was labor day, the summer fading, a sad holiday filled with inchoate longing. I had tried all summer to ski, my face bunched up in concentration. I had just damn near given up on the idea. So I lifted out of the water without realizing it and went for a bit until I realized I was skiing. Then I got nervous and fell into the wake. That was my first zen moment when I realized I could do something if I didn't think about it which was counter intuitive to all my usual striving. I remember years ago when my marriage was failing, I put a picture on my desk and my next boyfriend put a post-it note on it that said, "Stop flaunting your happy little love affair. It makes the rest of us depressed." I wasn't flaunting, I was showing the flag, the one that let everyone know I was drowning, not waving.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute." Vladimir Nabokov
Drinking documentary suggestion: Good Hair
Benedictions and Maledictions