I have the overwhelming desire to post lyrics again today. If I were to post lyrics I would go with James Blunt's "Tears & Rain."
Unfortunately, I can't remember the last time I had a truly political thought in my brain. It's been awhile to be quite honest.
I could quote Oscar Wilde for hours on end as well. Clearly not a political undertaking, though possibly controversial as everything with Mr. Wilde tends to be. I could bring your attention to page 20 of The Picture of Dorian Gray instead, but that would require one having the exact edition of the book that I have. Supposedly the greatest wisdom of the entire book resounds in one sentence: "Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them." How true.
Again, nothing political here.
I was asked a question today pertaining to a Hemingway book and I was wrong. I was wrong about Hemingway. I suppose I should receive credit for spelling Hemingway correctly. Only one person in the world will appreciate that--and for this I am so glad. Glad, the word is horribly simple. Is there anything as mundane?
The English language in all its perplexities...not political. Unless you speak Spanish.
I miss the Expos. The Nationals are great, but they aren't the Expos. I miss other things as well: wins in the Braves' column, wondering if Ted Williams' final homer (and hit) was #519 or #521, and of course there is the ever present absence of my own concern for which game I may miss if I choose one meeting or another. It just hasn't been the most memorable baseball season, has it?
There is not even a feasible way to blame this on Iran, Iraq, or anything political for that matter.
Clearly I have had much on my plate this week (and in weeks prior) that has prevented any truly political commentary. Similar to how Hemingway referred to Paris, I have encountered a personal roadblock, perhaps life lesson, that will remain with me for awhile. Like Paris, "wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you."
Politics can wait.