"This world you must have crossed..."

A few moments ago I was strolling about Safeway in search of Dr. Pepper, and Stevie Nicks was beseeching me, Can she sail through the changing ocean tides? Can she handle the seasons of her life? … I don’t know.

Eric Blair said once that he’d never written anything good that wasn’t about politics. I remembered that reading my last post – contrary to whatever I’ve convinced myself of in anticipation of the moment I open my grade page, I’ve never written anything good that wasn’t in love letter form.

(I like to think of George Orwell as a friend. A pen pal. Which is why it’s okay for me to use his real name.)

The notorious question came up again last night – is being in love alone enough? I would, of course, like to think so. But love is never alone, and when we talk about love “alone,” we usually mean love accompanied by a healthy dose of sheer misery.

Back to Oly tomorrow. I plan on sampling the fish and chips at that little pizza-and-clam-chowder café on the boardwalk. Care to join?

Today’s Musical Insight (Wuthering Heights-Style Romance is Not a Good Life Choice Edition):

“You said, ‘You don’t know me, and you don’t even care.’ Oh yeah, you said, ‘You don’t know me, and you don’t wear my chains.’ Oh yeah, you said, ‘I think I’ll go to Boston, I think I’ll start a new life, I think I’ll start it over where no one knows my name…’”

(I knew about this song before you did.)