Thursday, June 17, 2010
For years, I've seen a guy at a bar with a tattoo on his arm that says Life is . . . Something. I can never make out the last word because I never get close enough to see what life actually is. The font he chose doesn't lend itself to spying. This bar, a brew pub from any of my normal haunts, has a strong hippie vibe and the guy with the tattoo looks like a young Bob Dylan and wears a shirt that says Zero and carries around the kind of books that I used to aspire to read, like Being and Nothingness. I'd like to say that the young Bob has a disdain for technology, but I saw him texting last time with his Life Is arm. The book this go around was by Rollo May. At least some things don't change.
So what is life? I have no idea. Maybe seeing the tattoo would be a huge disappointment. Maybe I don't want to know. I've always liked word tattoos (no worries, I am not getting one because all the things I want to say are truly depressing and don't need to be inked onto my body as they are already burned onto my mind and heart). Last time I thought the tattoo said, Life Is Good. Maybe I'm projecting because I believe it to be so. Despite everything, life is good.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Hope is necessary in every condition." Samuel Johnson
This weekend I have a little surprise for this section of the blog -- stay tuned!
Benedictions and Maledictions