Oddz ‘n’ Endz

Just a few random thoughts that crossed my mind today.

I am officially old. The gym I go to plays music, I guess it’s supposed to help your workout. After finishing my shower, I’m back in the locker room getting ready to leave. Listening (you can’t help but do so), I came to the conclusion that today’s music is absolutely banal. No artistry in the instrumentals. The lyrics are stupid. Then a memory surfaced. My mother and I had a very similar conversation in the car when I was a teenager. The song on the radio was Michael Jackson’s “Rock With You.” Mom said she thought the lyrics were too suggestive to play on the radio. I countered with Bessie Smith’s “Kitchen Man,” which makes the lyrics to “Rock With You” sound as innocent as a nursery rhyme. Then she said, “well, I don’t think a 19-year old should be singing a song like that.” Then another memory surfaced. An ancient television show, it might have been Steve Allen, and anyway, this guy on camera was reading the lyrics to the Beatles’ “I Wanna Hold Your Hand.” The look on his face was one of pure disdain. And that was me now. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Today, while driving to the gym, I asked my housemate when he’d next be out of town. He thought for a moment and then said around the July 4th weekend. It gave me a start. It’s almost July. This is one of the things I hate most about depression. Time just slips by, and I haven’t a clue. I exist in a fog, unaware. What this means is that there is no fucking way I’m going to have that novella written by August. Yet another delay. Fuck.

If someone asked you to name one of the principles upon which this country was founded, you might reply “the separation of church and state.” And you’d be right. What you may not know is that the principle has slowly but steadily eroded over the past several decades. The U.S. Supreme Court released an opinion yesterday that erodes the wall even further. As of right now, religious interference is rife in our political system, and it’s getting worse. I will have MUCH more to say about that in a later post.


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