fun new post over at Advice. This one’s not about romance, but about religion and mysticism! Fun stuff.
Reading liveblogging of Hurricane Sandy is stressing me out A LOT.
Tonight I want to watch “The Little Girl Who Lived Down the Lane,” a 1976 movie starring Martin Sheen and a 13 year old Jodie Foster. Will my video store have it? I doubt it. What recourse, then, shall I have? Does anyone have any ideas?
my grandfather died, and Jacques Barzun died. I am super happy about one and super sad about the other. If that’s fucked up then sue me.
I am missing my big conference to go to the funeral. I’ve never been to a funeral before. That’s life in modern middle-class America for you. last night I read an article about an Iraqi family who were trying to drive to their house and American marines opened fire and killed every male member of the family and wounded everybody else. Then one of the marines later felt bad about it (“bad” perhaps a rude understatement when describing crippling PTSD) and spent years tracking down the family, and then went and asked them for forgiveness, and they gave it to him because they’re Christians and they try to hold themselves to those tenets. They told him “we all make mistakes.” Then he felt better, I guess? It’s so fucked up that he put that on them, that he went to them to ask them to help him feel better about how he murdered everyone they loved for no reason. At the same time their willingness to forgive him and see his humanity is frankly stunning. I am 100% certain that I would not be capable of it. So reading this I was bawling, and for several conflicting reasons. What the fuck kind of a fucked up world even is this. Is there anything more inane than war? Just these big dumb guys firing 1,000 rounds a minute into a street for no reason, no one understanding what they’re doing or why, no one in charge. Just flying thousands of big dumb guys over to a country they know nothing about and telling them to fire machine guns at everyone they see, just in case one of them is a terrorist (literally what their orders boiled down to). Then later they come home and feel bad and murder their wives or something, or become dreadful heroin addicts. And then the army is like “oh you feel bad? Dishonorable discharge, you pussy, have fun being homeless.” I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but this is a GREAT country!
In other news I’m reading John Cage’s “Silence” for the first time, and I’ve also made a promise to go see more classical music around town, and I’ve also committed to reading scholarship at night instead of fiction or Zelda at least half the time. So that’s a new leaf for yours truly.
this picture kind of makes me want to have babies: