So this is what has happened in my meatspace life, not that I'm complaining or explaining because I never do and it's none of your damn business anyway.
Besides, I'm probably lying about all of it. This is a very public place and you meet the oddest sorts of people. The last thing I need is you showing up on my lawn to burn a cross (the kerosene kills the grass for at least three years unless you dig it out) or worse yet knock on my door and ask me for money.
Last Monday I found out that my friend Kevin had lost his mother. We have a complicated relationship.
First off, he's a Republican of the very worst sort except by comparison because he's at least rational (something I can not say about many who post here). I've known him since High School when he asked me (the one with acrophobia) to climb up on the catwalk to help him discover who had stolen his pirate mikes that recorded every auditorium performance.
Have I mentioned he invented the Walkman? Yup. Mini cassette with speakers in the hip pockets.
Anyway, I never liked him because he was just too weird and nerdy and you're reading a Band-Aid and co-founder of the Diplomacy club. After High School we both ended up in Stars Hollow and were re-introduced by our association with my college room mate and future abusive brother-in-law (he beat my sister and threatened me with a knife).
Kevin introduced me to Masonry where I was an abject failure. I couldn't do my floor work and couldn't recruit a new lodge and eventually presided over our consolidation. Shortly after Kevin and I found a new outlet where we ripped through the local power structure and ran up against a thoroughly corrupt State establishment that we vowed to destroy.
And we did. It took 20 years.
Capo di Tutti.
I spent Tuesday preparing for this memoral instead of my Uncle's which put me a day behind and I'm now cruising on fumes (c'mon, it's all about me. Isn't your internal movie all about you?). In the last 2 weeks I've averaged about 4 hours of sleep a day.
Incoherent? Raving? You're lucky my sanity is firmly grounded despite my 5 analysts.
Last year the group broke up. I get in the mail an engraved invitation. Class reunion. The old group analysis group, all the neurotics came back, all the nail bitters and bedwetters. It was a catered affair. It was a fabulous thing and in the interim two of the kids in the group had gotten married and this is adorable because it's what you may call a mixed marriage or an inter-marriage in that the girl was paranoic and the boy was schizophrenic and there was a big conflict about which way they should bring up the children.
Today Jon hosts
Jehane Noujaim, born in DC and raised in Kuwait and Cairo. She will be talking about
The Square, a documentary about
Tahrir Square.
Stephen has Bryan Stevenson who at least talks about the real discrimination that people of color, brown and black experience.
Tomorrow the guests are Jorge Ramos and Allan Mulally.
Sorry about hogging the week. Tomorrow we shall discuss future directions.