Friday, August 20, 2010

Alfred de Musset was a perve

"He who can lick can bite, he who can kiss can smother."

And that, my friends, is what has been offered up as Google's quote of the day - a seemingly sadistic quote from a dandified alcoholic French poet who has in his resume a 2-year affair with George Sand and a physiologic phenomenon that can tip a physician off to an aortic insufficiency (Musset's sign). My my, what a life.

Among his other quotable moments are these:

Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood! (ed note: ???)

How glorious it is – and also how painful – to be an exception (ed note: probably written in a garret someplace)

and, perhaps my favorite,

در عشق اغلب اشتباه می کنیم ، اغلب احساسات ما جریحه دار می شود و احساس بد بختی می کنیم. اما عشق می ورزیم و هنگامی که در آستانه مرگیم به عقب بر می گردیم و به خود می گوییم: خیلی رنج کشیده ام، گاهی به بیراهه رفته ام، اما عشق ورزیده ام. پس من زندگی کرده ام، من یک موجود تصنعی ساخته و پرداخته ی غرور و کسالت نیستم زیرا که عاشق بوده ام.

Look no further for a verse to tattoo on your lower back, for that last one speaks an encyclopedia of insight if you wait long enough for the message to sink in. Glorious, indeed.


So, we're sort of spearheading the planning for a big shindig in late October (no, not Tiffowe'en) that's a community outreach thing for our church. We have some ideas about what sorts of activities or entertainments to provide, but of course everyone has an opinion about what they'd like to have at such an event and we're open to suggestions.

So, food boofs with free hotdogs? Check. Kids' activities? Check. Face painting? Sure! A free concert by a well-known local (and secular) band? Awesome! A portable info booth so if people are interested they can find out more about who these people are who just hand out chow and tunes because they feel like it? Absolutely.

But we nixed the suggestion to get a clown.

Even a FREE one.

Yes, clowns are festive, and colorful, and soemtimes even cheery, but they're also kind of in your face and maybe even a little scary to the wee ones, and when you're throwing a party hoping that people have a genuinely nice time, one of the last things you want to do is scare the children. Imagine the damage that could do: 'doc, when I was a kid my parents took me to this outdoor festival for Jesus and for years I thought that Jesus was 6 feet tall with flaming orange hair and a giant red ball nose who makes balloon animals, smells like feet, and squirted me with water from a giant plastic daisy pin, RIGHT IN MY EYE.'

Clearly, that's not the kind of guy kids would run to, even if he does say 'let the children come to me.'

We simply can't afford that kind of confusion. Much preferable would be to have any of the uninformed thinking God is the dude who is handing out free ice cream. That is a kinder, gentler, loving God, wouldn't you agree? It sure would be the kind of guy I'D run to.

But hey, maybe I'm just prejudiced against clowns. Would you have one if you were throwing our party?


Just so you know, they're not nearly done cutting up that tree next door. It's been, what, 3 days now? And the main trunk is still untouched.

That was one big tree.

The amount of morning light coming in through the kitchen window has probably doubled since that tree came down. This is a good thing, because the kitchen is the darkest room in the house, having only one small window in a 15 x 15 room to provide light. Having that one window get only dappled shade until noon makes the sitch even worse, so in one way having the tree gone is good. Also, I think with the tree gone our backyard might have a fighting chance of drying out, which would be good as right now it's pretty swampy a fair bit of the time and as such a perfect breeding ground for all manner of irritating insects.

Why, we might even have enough light now to do a backyard garden!

So, even though the skyline has lost a bit of interest, we might just have a nice silver lining to our recent loss. No mosquitoes, and possibly a garden that's not in pots for next year. Win, meet win.

:) Y'all have a rockin' weekend - Tiff out.

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