Between two evils I always choose the one I haven't tried before...

So another weekend... another onslaught of media...Sometimes I wonder what sort of person my steady diet of graphic novels and films are making me, but you know what they say you are what you consume.

I arrived home Friday to find a letter from my friendly local library letting me know that "Black Hole" was returned and placed on hold for me. So I swung by Saturday while my wife enjoyed a tea time with her mother and sister. Flipped through the book and tossed it aside not that impressed with the aesthetic style. Since the book didn't look good I thought a smoke and a walk around uptown would do me better. After about thirty minuets the smoke was good, but the sights of uptown just weren't quite what I needed. Worst off there wasn't anything interesting to photograph. Disappointed I headed back home to a waiting wife and dinner.

Over dinner we took in a second viewing of "Saved!" Which although plays primarily to a minority demographic is exactly the demographic I and my wife come from. I know there was some Bible thumping about the content of the film, but find it hilarious in the laugh at yourself sort of way. My only gripe with the film is the vague "well there must be a god... or something out there, and he just wants us to believe or something..." monologue at the end. I really thought that there could be a much more piquant conclusion to the whole thing.

After dessert and experimenting with candle lit photography I decided it was time to call it a night. I grabbed "Black Hole" to read in bed figuring it would be just the thing to put me to sleep. Crap was I wrong. I started it at around 10:23 and read the last  page just a little past 12:30. I couldn't help myself it was so good. There was so much of the desperation and loneliness of high school, I felt like I was reading about the kids I grew up with. The references to Bowie and hippies were a little before my time, and obviously I didn't know anyone with two mouths or molting skin. But the drug references, the scared, distant but protective parents... it was all there. After finishing it I couldn't sleep. I paced the apartment trying not to wake my wife. I froze my ass out on the porch trying to get down a clove. Finally I wiggled into bed and fell asleep dreaming of worms with human faces and sharp narrow teeth that writhed on a beach litered with trash, broken glass and the severed limbs of small children.  

I awoke the next day feeling oddly fine. Somewhere through the night the worms and crap had been washed from the beach in my mind. I enjoyed a nice morning at church where the sermon was about the fifth day of creation when God made the animals of the sea and air. I found it interesting that the sea creatures came before the animals of the earth. It just fits nicely with this evolution chip on my shoulder I carry around.

Currently Listening Eve of Destruction By Barry McGuire Eve of Destruction see related

The eastern world, it is explodin’.
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist  the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

So I guess Dave was successful... I fell to the dark side and started posting on xanga!