Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best; and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal surrendering the bruised scent of blackberries, or cherries, the rich spurt in the back of the throat, the holding it there before swallowing. Give me the love who yanks open…
English is the sum product of generations of insanity. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; pineapple lacks both apples and pine. English muffins were invented in New York and French fries in Belgium. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads are sour meat….
“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.”—East of Eden, John Steinbeck
I don’t want to go out tonight. I just want to lay in bed and watch one of the movies on my “must see” list. I have to desire to put on clothes, no desire to fix my hair, and no desire to leave the house. Maybe writing this essay resurfaced emotions that I thought were long gone. I don’t know I just want to stay in.
Monopoly is my favorite board game. We have the deluxe edition, but they always complain that it takes too long to play, so I usually have no one to play with. (they just know they’ll get their ass whooped by yours truly).