Yesterday was a beautiful day, painted, apparently, by a young artist enamored with chiarroscuro: the clouds cantered across the sky; the sun was bold but fleeting. I ran errands, mostly. But running errands is much different carless -- not a chore but a chance to be out in the world.* I biked to Wal-Mart to return some pants in a wind so strong I felt it in my bones. I had to fight the wind to cross the parking lot, and to find more friction I dismounted and walked my bike up to the maw of the beast. It really felt like that. I have been thinking too much lately about Society.
Speaking of: Last night Andrea Gibson came and spoke and I haven't words so I won't try. The performance was amazing. I don't know if I would recommend that you look her up. Poetry, like faith, should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
Anyway, I wanted to blog today and I might again later but I have an ecology take-home exam due tonight and so far all I've done is look at it and stew.
*Then I went on a compost run in the OSCA truck and leaned out the window like a dog and waved to everyone I saw. So to tell you the truth errands are pretty great carful too.
Awesome (in the literal/classic sense, not the "Dude" sense) - beautiful - and fun! Also things that religion ought to be. Love, Dad
ReplyDeleteP.S. I'm sending you a cartoon via a separate email - feel free to share it (so long as you do so without violating the New Yorker magazine's copyright or not revealing my role in said violation)