Jesus, it’s already Wednesday. How did that happen? It feels like I’ve had a lot of travel days lately, but I’m not sure why. I haven’t gone anywhere.
Today is Boxing Day if you live anyplace where the queen is on the money. Boxing Day is the day set aside for duct taping up any unpleasant guests who darkened your door on Christmas (usually children), sealing them in boxes (usually cardboard) and sticking them in the attic with the rest of the awful Christmas decorations that have been cluttering up your existence for the last few weeks. It is a rather dark European tradition that, much like the siesta, I think we colonists could benefit from adopting.
I was watching footage of what appeared to be a boy band performing in Indonesia when the tsunami hit on Saturday. I know it’s not funny…it was quite horrible, actually…but I found myself chuckling as I watched it. It;s just that I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been on stage doing whatever – playing in a band, doing a reading, delivering a lecture, dancing in a bondage club – when I thought to myself (having no one else to think to), “Oh dear god this is a disaster…I would give anything for a huge fucking tsunami to come absolutely barreling through here and wash me and everybody in here out to the watery depths so this can just be over.” Maybe one of the band members simply has (had) more pull with the divine than I do.
N.P.: “Lazy Eye” – Silversun Pickups