At work, everytime I blew my nose, I felt my co-workers cringe. They’re awfully nice about my sneezing and coughing. Tomorrow, I expect them to launch eucalyptus drops over the cubicle wall from desktop trebuchets, their battle cry: “Riiiiiiiiiiicola!” echoing over the ramparts. Someone will drop a cow, signalling the end of the sketch. CBGBs closes this month. I think I should feel that in my bones like the coming of winter, and a junkie bass player.
The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.
I’m no scholar, but that sounds to me like the defense privacy rights ought to get but doesn’t. You know, the amicus brief version of: Nanny nanny boo boo, it says we have the rights we say we have! I call no backsies!
Hey look! We read the Bill of Rights and never broke a sweat. Things are looking up – not me, of course, my neck’s still a little stiff. But look at you go! Let’s all rest up and since it’s October, I’ll keep trying to make a the sukkos is in town! joke, but never mind that, we’re reading the Constitution. This is a very optimistic endeavor in which we are engaged. Like origami and breadbaking. I’ve decided this winter I’d like to learn how to bake good, crusty, rustic bread. Between now and when I succeed I will bake lots of terrible, inedible, insulation-like loaves.
It is my great fortune to have turned a corner in life where I can pursue learning things I’ve always wanted to learn. I am curious about everything! The mysteries of origami. The basics and beauty of breadbaking. American Sign Language. Tai Chi (Scout insists I will love Qi Gong). Why I can’t find bedroom curtains that don’t make me gag.
I think there are also other places where people have stuff they don’t need and people who need that stuff. Do you have wild ideas? I am an open book, a blank page, one thousand cranes.