With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going past them into the impossible.
October 31, 2009 - 10:42 a.m.
I edited my photos of Aoife Thursday. Here's the slideshow.
So let's pick up with what I did yesterday. I didn't come home after school. I wrote my last entry, talked to Lena on the phone, then went down to the Village to get my Halloween costume. The line at the store was enormous and not moving so I get up. I'll either not go in costume or wear the surgical scrubs I always wear around the house and one of the face masks I got when I had a cold when I was taking care of my mother. I'm hoping I get inspired and think of something I can throw together from what I have at home. How can I go as "Swine flu?" I hate being a procrastinator. I'm going to do something about it … one of these days.
Once I was in the area I ate at Pomme Frites. I used to eat there all the time now I never seem to be in the neighborhood. I kept realizing that all evening. The East Village and Greenwich Village were places I went to ever week now I've lost touch with them. I was happy that the Belgian Fries and Peanut Satay were as good at Pomme Frites as ever. I then grabbed a dollar slice of pizza on St. Mark's place. That's a pretty cheap dinner.
The thing that really made me realize how little I'm going to the neighborhood was the walk to Gizzi's Coffee through the heart of Greenwich Village. Since the Bottom Line went out of business I don't have as much a reason to go there. I have to start doing what I used to do; just go there to wander around when I have nothing better to do. Maybe Lena will want to do that when she visits.
The thing that brought me down there was Mark Allen Berube perform at Gizzi's. Mark writes the kind of songs I'd write if I wrote songs. Well actually I do write songs and they are nothing like his. I don't write the kinds of songs I'd write if I wrote songs. Ignoring quality if you heard someone sing one of his songs and one of mine you'd pick his as my work, no question. He's warped in pretty much the same ways I am. How warped? He wrote a love song to his wife … in it he compares her to the Bride of Frankenstein. He sings about the naked guy at the gym. He sings a twisted song about a Seder. He kept me laughing all night.
You might know the aforementioned wife, she's Carolann Solebello of Red Molly fame. I was on a first name basis with much of the audience. I saw with Carolann, their son Felix, Chris, Meg, and two friends of Carolann and Mark's I just met, Shannon and Sharon. Yes I remembered their names. It's a miracle.
After the show we hung out a bit then walked to the subway. We were all taking the F train. Too bad everyone else was taking it in the opposite direction. They said I lived in the wrong borough. They all live in Brooklyn. If Brooklyn's so great why did the Dodgers leave? Queens has the Mets! I'm getting sympathy now from some of you. Scorn from others.
Despite the costume fiasco it was a comfortable evening. I ate comfort food. I was in a neighborhood I'm comfortable in. I spent time with friends that make me feel comfortable. Woody Guthrie said he sings music to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. Mark's music comforts me. I'll leave the conclusions to you. Whatever you feel comfortable with.
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. Horvendile October 31, 2009
