How do you dance in the dark?
It's half-way through Earth Hour. During past EHs I have eschewed modern tech altogether and sat around staring at candles, but now I have a battery-powered laptop, and it is comforting. The solitary celebration of darkness makes it awkwardly clear that light is about people, movement, civilization. Dark is about -- among other un-nerving things -- wondering what the hell that noise is coming from the bathroom. You're pretty sure it's the cat, but where would they get a thing that sounded like that? Or do you want to know?
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When the lights are on, I've been reading Eric Idle's Greedy Bastard Diary, about his recent North American tour. Funnily enough I have never ventured further into Monty Python than the basics -- The Holy Grail, the silly walks, the parrot sketch -- but have enjoyed many of their solo projects immensely, particularly Idle's and Michael Palin's.
At any rate Idle turns out to be, in the fully British sense of the word, a lovely man. His musings on road life, the comedy universe, and everything are witty, naughty, charming, poignant without being sentimental -- and let us not forget roaringly funny. The best way I can describe it is Truman Capote sans need to write classic true-crime novels. Er, and the flaming, of course.
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When the lights are on, I've been reading Eric Idle's Greedy Bastard Diary, about his recent North American tour. Funnily enough I have never ventured further into Monty Python than the basics -- The Holy Grail, the silly walks, the parrot sketch -- but have enjoyed many of their solo projects immensely, particularly Idle's and Michael Palin's.
At any rate Idle turns out to be, in the fully British sense of the word, a lovely man. His musings on road life, the comedy universe, and everything are witty, naughty, charming, poignant without being sentimental -- and let us not forget roaringly funny. The best way I can describe it is Truman Capote sans need to write classic true-crime novels. Er, and the flaming, of course.