Don Quixote
Man of LaMancha - Jan 31st
Watching the snow fall from inside a warm room with a soft comforter is a privilege that will never grow old! Ever ever ever. There’s a rabbit running down the middle of Macalester street.
I can’t believe it’s only been a week since I came back to school; I feel like I’ve been here for months. And it’s not a bad thing. I’m really enjoying myself a lot and am concentrating on getting my priorities straight. Which I’m sure will turn out to be a lifelong endeavor, but a great one, I guess. Let’s hope. I have decided that one of these priorities is the banjo.
J-bo led me through the maze known as the Twin Cities transit system to see Man of LaMancha, the musical version of Don Quixote. I loved every second of it. It reminded me a lot of Cat’s Cradle - that we all should believe whatever we need to believe about the world in order to lead a happy and fulfilling life, because in the end, that’s all that matters. Live on the front edge of every moment. Throw your hands up in delight and terror, seated securely in the front car of a roller coaster in your very own self-constructed philosophical theme park. Maybe it’s just the denial in me speaking, but sometimes I balk at the idea that it is more noble or fitting to live in the grips of reality. If my aunt wants to believe that breaking a cookie in half eliminates its caloric value, let her. She’ll enjoy the god damn cookie.
Jordan said, “Everything about my life is ridiculous. I live in a parody of reality.” And it’s true, a lot of things about him are very tongue-in-cheek, like his obsession with Boy Meets World and his t-shirts screen-printed with golden retrievers and ducks. He doesn’t own a phone, doesn’t have the internet, lives above an absurdly decorated lawn-ornament shop, his doorbell is broken, and he even has a gate that threatens to take a body part every time you open it. All he needs now is a moat. There’s something about the way he lives that fascinates me…whereas I scramble and fuss in order to make the most of every moment, he makes the most of every moment as it comes, without the scramble or the fuss. It’s kind of nice, slow-moving and intentional and pleasant.
Watching the snow fall from inside a warm room with a soft comforter is a privilege that will never grow old! Ever ever ever. There’s a rabbit running down the middle of Macalester street.
I can’t believe it’s only been a week since I came back to school; I feel like I’ve been here for months. And it’s not a bad thing. I’m really enjoying myself a lot and am concentrating on getting my priorities straight. Which I’m sure will turn out to be a lifelong endeavor, but a great one, I guess. Let’s hope. I have decided that one of these priorities is the banjo.
J-bo led me through the maze known as the Twin Cities transit system to see Man of LaMancha, the musical version of Don Quixote. I loved every second of it. It reminded me a lot of Cat’s Cradle - that we all should believe whatever we need to believe about the world in order to lead a happy and fulfilling life, because in the end, that’s all that matters. Live on the front edge of every moment. Throw your hands up in delight and terror, seated securely in the front car of a roller coaster in your very own self-constructed philosophical theme park. Maybe it’s just the denial in me speaking, but sometimes I balk at the idea that it is more noble or fitting to live in the grips of reality. If my aunt wants to believe that breaking a cookie in half eliminates its caloric value, let her. She’ll enjoy the god damn cookie.
Jordan said, “Everything about my life is ridiculous. I live in a parody of reality.” And it’s true, a lot of things about him are very tongue-in-cheek, like his obsession with Boy Meets World and his t-shirts screen-printed with golden retrievers and ducks. He doesn’t own a phone, doesn’t have the internet, lives above an absurdly decorated lawn-ornament shop, his doorbell is broken, and he even has a gate that threatens to take a body part every time you open it. All he needs now is a moat. There’s something about the way he lives that fascinates me…whereas I scramble and fuss in order to make the most of every moment, he makes the most of every moment as it comes, without the scramble or the fuss. It’s kind of nice, slow-moving and intentional and pleasant.