Saturday, March 05, 2011
These Boots Are Made For Rainy Days
Check out the cool rain boots/cowboy boots -- it's like wearing a fish pond on your feet! Winning . . .
I've admit it -- I enjoy the winning Charlie Sheen. I never thought about his old show, never saw most of his movies, and considered him an eighties icon, a steady customer of Heidi Fleiss, in love with drugs and sex and really good sunglasses. Now he comes out swinging; other people are trolls, clowns, losers with ugly wives and ugly children. He claims to love money and power and hot girls. I guess what I find most refreshing is the level of honesty in the age of the self-effacing celebrity. What's causing it seems to be the brunt of a lot of speculation -- mania, tiger's blood, warlock ways? Who knows? I'm sure I speak for many when I say that I'm glad that he's off the carefully-trodden publicist-sanctioned rails. Because that's boring. Charlie may or may not be winning, but he's not boring. Although I am mad that ABC bumped Detroit 187 last week for a Charlie interview. Don't mess with my stories, Charlie! Otherwise, we're cool.
Everyone likes a train wreck which explains most of my life choices. As for old Charlie, I suppose suspending judgment has become a way of life for me. Judgment obscures curiosity; it puts you in the driver's seat. Which probably explains my aversion. I'm more of a passenger. In this world, it's easier to speculate than to observe. Decide the course and stick to it. But alas, doesn't all wisdom tell us the journey is the point? Once I saw some flowers sticking up through a drift of snow. Purple petals in twilight on a cracked sidewalk. I try not to forget such sights are everywhere for those who look.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Don't turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That is where the light enters you." Hafiz
Memoir suggestion: A Box of Darkness Sally Ryder Brady
Benedictions and Maledictions