Lazy Sluggard

So you found me out. I'm lazy. I haven't posted much the last few days because I didn't feel like it.

Friday night, Susan went off to some female party where everyone dressed to represent their current life transition. Yeah. I am so very, very glad I didn't have to go to that.

Then Holly begged, pleaded, and promised everything if she could spend the night with her friend. So, of course, I relented.

Suddenly free, I humped off downtown to the Unitarian Church for an evening of singing in the Southern Indian style. It was sponsored by the local "Rasika" Indian cultural society, and there were maybe 200 Indians in attendance, families and all, plus, me and, maybe, 9 other caucasians. Accoustics were bad, but what a voice that woman had. The female singer from India sat in the center of the three male musicians. She was emphatically in charge. This was traditional, but not classical. One guy sat cross-legged and played a violin that he held in place with his foot. Another played enthusiastic tabla, and the third, well, he played a mouth harp---what was, in my younger day, called a juice harp or jews harp, depending on your accent and region of the country. They were incredible. She sang (like a gandarva) and they played for over three hours straight, electronic shruti box humming. Music is obviously more than a career for them. It's their life and love. They must have spent years perfecting their art, including the guy on the mouth harp. He even did a solo on the thing, and it was enchanting.

Then, Saturday, I did stuff like run three miles and mow the yard. Oh, and I won a seed spitting contest at Holly's school's "Country Fair."

Sunday, Mothers Day, was a borderline disaster. We don't need to go into it. Pain and misunderstandings. Divorce on the horizon like mid-western storm clouds. But it just hangs there. Nothing to do but wait.

Monday was a little better. I'm nuts.

Oh, and tonight I saw "A Mighty Wind. Amusing enough. I liked it. Not as good as Spinal Tap. But worth seeing.

I may stop this blog. I should focus on writing fiction. This is a distraction, and, to be honest, a lonely waste of time. Me and the computer screen. Late into the night.

Dangerous Propaganda

Michael Moore's Bowling for Columbine was, from many credible sources, a complete hatchet job on the gun control issue, full of distortions and outright lies. Now it looks like he's got funding for more of the same, but this time it's Bush who is in for the treatment. Rather than being shamed out of Hollywood, Moore is being rewarded and encouraged for making "a great movie". Triumph of the Will was a great movie, too.