Monday, November 14, 2005

The punchline for tonight, if we could get that out of the way, was a snappy one-liner about how the sky looks exactly as it did at 3:45 PM. But then I realized something. There’s moot, and then there’s dead horse moot.

We’re approaching the time of year when resolutions are thoroughly reviewed and last-minute avowals are hastily committed. Our third anniversary’s just around the corner, so there’s another mark of significance, arbitrary as it may be. I’d say it’s reasonable for you to wonder at some point soon, “Where precisely are we heading?”

I think there’s going to be more fiction, more of the hypothetical and the fanciful. We currently have multiple threads going in every direction, when really there should be less wending and more tying–certainly I’m hoping to resolve some of our arcs by New Year’s. The real stories, the rich anecdotes, are indeed rare in everyday life, though that may simply be my communion with the daily grind.

Am I way off base here? I figure if there’s a life story truly entertaining, someone probably already tucked away the unauthorized biography on a table somewhere at Border’s. So, imaginary stuff. More of it. That’s my wish, at any rate. I should also tell you how I once wished for a way to harness starlight and the laughter of children for the betterment of humanity. Never happened. I must’ve ticked the wrong box.