Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Apocalypse? Now?
So, rather than sleeping last night, I indulged myself by reading Douglas Coupland's "Girlfriend in a Coma", borrowed from Heather on Jen's recommendation. For those who haven't read it (and let me offer you a heartfelt "don't bother" on the question of whether or not you should), I need to point out that it deals, in part, with a quasi-Biblical version of End Times. Between that book and my lack of sleep, this morning Armageddon would not have surprised me (an acquaintance's assurances that she could leave her body at will and would prove it to me by visiting me in incorporeal form within a week was possibly also a factor).
And, lo and/or behold, Armageddon *did* unfold on a number of levels today:
In the world of sports, the Calgary Flames are in the Stanley Cup Finals. What the hell?
In the world of politics, the provincial Tories are suddenly looking like the federal Tories, circa 1980. What the hell?
In my personal life. . . well, none of your damned business. But my personal life has not been immune from this End Times trend.
Anyway, once it became readily apparent that I was not competent to deal with my personal life, I tottered off to work on my epic committee reform deocument.
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So, rather than sleeping last night, I indulged myself by reading Douglas Coupland's "Girlfriend in a Coma", borrowed from Heather on Jen's recommendation. For those who haven't read it (and let me offer you a heartfelt "don't bother" on the question of whether or not you should), I need to point out that it deals, in part, with a quasi-Biblical version of End Times. Between that book and my lack of sleep, this morning Armageddon would not have surprised me (an acquaintance's assurances that she could leave her body at will and would prove it to me by visiting me in incorporeal form within a week was possibly also a factor).
And, lo and/or behold, Armageddon *did* unfold on a number of levels today:
In the world of sports, the Calgary Flames are in the Stanley Cup Finals. What the hell?
In the world of politics, the provincial Tories are suddenly looking like the federal Tories, circa 1980. What the hell?
In my personal life. . . well, none of your damned business. But my personal life has not been immune from this End Times trend.
Anyway, once it became readily apparent that I was not competent to deal with my personal life, I tottered off to work on my epic committee reform deocument.
