Measured Extravagance

09 September 2003 - 10:30 p.m.

If you live in Davidson County, Tennessee, and haven't already done so, please be sure to VOTE in this Thursday's runoff for the last two Metro Council at-large seats. I'll be voting for David Briley and Adam Dread, the other two choices being Larry "I don't want gays and lesbians teaching my grandchildren" Schmittou and Roy "our standards should be a little bit higher" (huh!?) Dale.

. . .as this debate heats up, it is becoming more an argument about a sexual act. However, that is not what most people regard as the governing fact of their lives, whether straight or gay.

Browsing through The Store of Joys over supper:

. . .Unlike the charismatic saviors pictured in the other versions, this one looked as though he had truly risen from the dead. He seemed to have passed the point of being tired and arrived at that refried stage one achieves after staying awake all night watching horror movies on TV, his eyes reflecting that instant when the fatigue burns away and one is left feeling he's the only person on earth capable of understanding the terrible truth that the zombies are coming.

Seen as Christ, the picture was grim and frightening. Seen as a painting, I was able, for the first time, to enjoy its freakish beauty. Without the fear of God's judgment, I was free to acknowledge the fact that this was one ugly Jesus. - David Sedaris, on Giuseppe Maria Crespi's The Resurrection of Christ.

Two years ago: "I chatted with some of the other riders' wives about phone calls (type and frequency) and rider underwear (again, type and frequency...)."

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