Not So Easy Cure

Finally, I've started to work my way through the summer reading queue. (I need to get a strikeout style so I can visually eliminate items from the booklist.) The Debt to Pleasure is possibly the strangest book I have ever read. I don't want to say any more about it -- in fact, even saying that might be saying too much -- except that it cannot be described. It has to be read. And if I even try to only explain that much, I'll spoil the whole thing. So. I'll just say that I finished it three days ago and can't stop thinking about it, and if you decide to read it, don't skim. You might miss something.

Tuesday, I bought the new Cure album. (In a gesture of fangirlish completist-ness, I also bought the LP. It contains four exclusive tracks, which I will hear as soon as I find a turntable to hear them on.) While I suppose there are people who Sit Down and Listen to an album, I'm not usually one of those people. I have to put it on and go do something else, and see what grabs my attention and pulls me in, and go from there. So far, I've given it about three listens, and I'm liking what I hear. It would be very cheap and facile of me to throw in some Cure lyric reference here to wind things up, but I won't.

Today's Life Lesson: Selfishness is sneaky. Just when you think you can recognize it and avoid gratifying its wants, it tricks you into thinking you're not being selfish. Selfishness is smart. It dresses itself up as happiness when you're not looking and then, once it's cozened you into not noticing, pushes you merrily along towards whatever the selfish thing is that it wants. And then there you are, with your foot squarely in it, and someone else's heart sporting a new bruise or someone's soul dizzily spinning on the edge of emotion. (Okay, so, I managed to sneak a Cure lyric in there anyway.)

Friday needs to come, and come soon.

Posted on July 01, 2004 to horticulture

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