It’s _that_ time of year
Well the grass is mowed at my place, we’re stocked up on culinary cliches, we have cold beer (good, because it’s HOT) and the right kind of DVDs (i.e. the direct inverse of the scary plastic christmas cheer that Television insists we must want), I’m armed with damien rice and jeanette winterson thanks to a surprise parcel from one of my greatest and oldest friends, and best of all I don’t have to drive anywhere in the scorching heat without airconditioning. So it could be worse. But Christian, you’ve put something in more than a few people’s eggnog, dude.
If your festive season is likely to be non-crap, well, good on you, and I’d advise you to consider cloning your loved ones as soon as possible for the greater good of humanity.
And with my last ounce of conviviality, may I say, if you can, hug everyone you meet until they let go, and drive everyone crazy with your relentlessly positive and imaginative monologues about the beauty of this world and the even greater beauty of the one you’re busy making.
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about 5 years ago
Jean, how do I congratulate you on proffering some of the most heartfelt wishes of the season I have heard without sounding pat? I think this is one of the fundamental problems with things (I’m not sure if I mean beauty or truths because what I’m about to say next seems possibly both a valid and invalid rumination on both) – the sincerity of the investment in the statement needs to stand alone. Sometimes, to acknowledge something as sagely or beautiful can detract from its very nature. I think this is being lost for words, when you are tearful from the honesty and beauty of the world.
Such a statement becomes problematic when we apply it to both beauty or truth as neither is solid and both should, in their very right, be considered and reformulated. Once again then I am led to consider that the sensation of universality that freezes my tongue is the intangible experience of aesthetic engagement, but I am wondering more and more if I don’t use that experience as short-hand too often as way of avoiding considerd interrogation of my enjoyment of things.
But this is an aside – Merry Christmas Jean. Wanna swing by Marcus’ do with me tomorrow night?
about 5 years ago
Hope that means something inducing drunkeness, and not something more sinister. I try to be good.
There was something wonderful in your sentiments for the season. I’m not sure I can pin it as wonderfully as Josh did. May you write a lyric for the song “Everything’s Going To Be Alright (Forever)” sometime in the next week or so.
Chin-chin,
Christian