DID HE FORGIVE YOU?

Middle aged women with boxy haircuts and rotund, American bodies discussing second marriages and the adjustments (called 'training periods,' humorlessly) with despairingly less wit and insight than most 19 and 20-year olds I know. It must be hard, I imagine, to be old with no wisdom in the bank.

I can't help but imagine what these women were like at my age. I imagine "silly little girls" who think well-roundedness is just lines on a resume, pop-fiction is high art, oral sex is scandalous and intellectual curiosity is met by a morning radio talk show. They probably believe that they intend to read more books when find the time, and that deep down they are as smart and interesting as anybody.

It is easier to imagine them as people I would never need to know; the alternative is that it could happen to anyone.

IF I COULD HAVE IT BACK, ALL THE TIME THAT WE WASTED, I'D ONLY WASTE IT AGAIN

Is the Christian doxology aimed at truth? Once one accepts that a thing must be true, no experience in the world is immune to manipulation towards a forgone conclusion. Check out the Christian Posts top 10 news stories of 2011 and see if you can spot a few surprises.

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Earlier today, I considered unfriending all vocal Christians on Facebook. This came on the heels of one of my cousins (a person I love dearly though we do not speak often) declaring in her status a desire to unfriend anyone who frequently posts about failing relationships, drugs, sex, partying, and other such topics. The same cousin routinely posts paragraph long, proud statuses of her own thanking God for everything good, blaming Satan for everything bad, and reaffirming her obeisance to the almighty.

I guess that if I had to choose, I would rather read lame statuses about people's sucky real lives.

Tuneage: The Suburbs by Arcade Fire

I NEED MORE BOOZE

Last night I was visited by my bright dream muse. She was young and blonde, aggressive and powerful. She would let me cuddle her and put her arms around my waist in the front row of the relevant concert.

"Should I get an alarm from the grocery store on our way home tonight?" I said.
"I don’t care," she said, "I’m not going to sleep with you, remember?"
"I remember. I said, but lately I’ve been reconsidering it."

She said that she wouldn’t sleep with me because I couldn’t tell her how to save money on her cable bill.

"I don’t have cable," I said. "I don’t watch TV."
"What do you do?" she said.
"I read," I said. She liked that. She wouldn’t sleep with me because I couldn’t repair her kitchen stove or cook her a meal using just the pipes. She wouldn’t sleep with me because I couldn’t open a difficult box that had been warped out of shape. She said, I don’t need you because you’re older and I can already do anything you can. She said it, and I knew I had been wasting my life.


So what can you do? I recited Howl from memory. But even that was wrong. I found a book of poems in her bedroom and read Howl from the page and the words were completely different. I on her bed sulking surrounded by posters of Ashley Simpson and Liz Light.

I woke up knowing that today was a good day for art.

HAPPY FRIENDSGIVING Y'ALL

White Denim - Drug

WHO BET "YES - CAIN" ON INTRADE?

More details come to light about Herman Cain's 13 year-long (alleged) affair.

Just curious: if all of these sexual misconduct scandals hadn't come to light, would conservatives still be pretending they were going to vote for Herman Cain? I find that hard to believe. Still, even among this year's field of would-be presidents, Mr. Cain's fall from grace has been especially meteoric, likely ruining not only his political hopes, but his chances at getting a job anywhere AND his personal life. This is the part where we joke that "it couldn't have happened to a nicer fella."

Well? Anybody?

Tunes tonight:

Friends - Friend Crush by snipelondon