Christos Gennatai, Alethos Gennatai
It's been a while, my poor readers. I've been busy. I've made my way through several novels of J.M. Coetzee, Eco's Foucault's Pendulum , Paradise Lost , and Larry Gonick's Cartoon History of the Universe Volume III (now in stores and wonderfully timely). And my way through Brothers Karamazov was interrupted by a little journey to Tolland on Christmas Eve. And I've only returned today. Fairly pathetic, since I read Master of Petersburg so recently. Besides, I should probably write some poetry before the end of the year before I become absorbed in job hunting.
My joyous holiday season began rather inauspiciously. I was waiting for my plane to Philly in Cincinnati, when I saw a soundless commercial on the CNN Airport Channel, displaying many of the forms of familial strife that sadly often mars this season. Most of the people in the commericial looked rather blonde and blue-eyed with a noticeable token black man. I theorized that I was looking at one of the glorious holiday messages of the Church of Jesus Christ and the Latter Day Saints, who were about to offer the King James Version of the Bible or Another Testament of Jesus Christ (The Book of Mormon, don't you know) with no obligation, monetary or otherwise, as ta pharmakia for the holiday blahs. Alas, it was an ad for the Church of Scientology. I boarded my plane slightly chilled.
It's been a while, my poor readers. I've been busy. I've made my way through several novels of J.M. Coetzee, Eco's Foucault's Pendulum , Paradise Lost , and Larry Gonick's Cartoon History of the Universe Volume III (now in stores and wonderfully timely). And my way through Brothers Karamazov was interrupted by a little journey to Tolland on Christmas Eve. And I've only returned today. Fairly pathetic, since I read Master of Petersburg so recently. Besides, I should probably write some poetry before the end of the year before I become absorbed in job hunting.
My joyous holiday season began rather inauspiciously. I was waiting for my plane to Philly in Cincinnati, when I saw a soundless commercial on the CNN Airport Channel, displaying many of the forms of familial strife that sadly often mars this season. Most of the people in the commericial looked rather blonde and blue-eyed with a noticeable token black man. I theorized that I was looking at one of the glorious holiday messages of the Church of Jesus Christ and the Latter Day Saints, who were about to offer the King James Version of the Bible or Another Testament of Jesus Christ (The Book of Mormon, don't you know) with no obligation, monetary or otherwise, as ta pharmakia for the holiday blahs. Alas, it was an ad for the Church of Scientology. I boarded my plane slightly chilled.
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