JoshuaPunditposted this video interpretation of Willie Nelson singing "The City of New Orleans". (Thank you, JoshuaPundit.) A wonder filled sequence of images. By the middle of the song, I started to cry. Why?
I picked up and perused the three magazines on my coffee table--the latest delivered issues of Science, New Yorker, and FashionRocks, included free with New Yorker. I gave up on editing previously published articles on Martin Heidegger, when I discovered a cartoon in New Yorker referencing Being and Time. So I settled on the voyeuristic delights of FashionRocks. Wherein Christina's image looks out at me. She is posed on a worn carpet next to a portable 33 rpm record player dating from the 1950s. I listened to music on one similar when my player was new. Christina's glossy gaze is having the same effect on me as good scotch, drunk neat slowly. This is not postmodern conquest (or submission). Bear wanted to go out and play ball. We did. This is a thoroughly enjoyable way to pass an afternoon. Being out of time. Balmy, almost cool, breezes, at last, drift through the house. Feels like a last day of summer.
Bear reclines. Bear's bear prone. Neither looks like Christina.