Dontcha know there ain’t no devil - that’s just God when he’s drunk. -Tom Waits, “Heartattack and Vine”
I’ve figured it out: the world is going to end in December 2012 because for the first time in twelve years, people won’t be able to use coincidental dates as topics of conversation. Society collapses, the Twelve Tribes come down from the hills and become God’s chosen people, yadda yadda yadda. Nobel Prize, plz.
Oh my god, Bach.
I just got back from the Ithaca College orchestra and choir performance of Bach’s Mass in B-minor. My mind is baroquen and I loved every minute of the two-and-a-half hours I just devoted to that glorious German man. Sorry, just had a minor music geek-out.
If movies have taught me anything, it is that if you think something is “just a myth” or “an old wive’s tale”, it is both a) 100% true and b) almost certainly going to be either your downfall or the key to defeating your mortal enemy.
I finally read Slaughterhouse V.
“There those girls were with all their private parts bare, for anybody to see. And there in the doorway were Gluck and Derby and Pilgrim - the childish soldier and the poor old high school teacher and the clown in his toga and silver shoes - staring. The girls screamed. They covered themselves with their hands and turned their backs and so on, and made themselves utterly beautiful.” -...