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December 27, 2002 Breaking Out of Christmas It snowed quite a bit yesterday, yet the weather remains kind of dull. It can't figure out if it wants to taunt us with rain, devour us with snow or just chill, and let the wind do the dirty work. It's also very annoying, because things done changed change back and you're left to improvise on the spot. Where's my scarf at? Fuck. The first Christmas I remember was around 1988. I was in Bangladesh, and was watching some television show about who Jesus was on TV. My dad was explaining to me what was up with that, and why it was a Made-for-TV holiday. With less than 1% of your population affected, what can you do? It's not a big deal for me, being here in New York without having much to do. I don't do the presents thing (although, I did buy myself a new DVD-ROM). Christmas in Houston was pretty much the same uneventful load of corporate hogwash that it is for me now. It's good business, but it works. This winter holiday thing is overrated; half the people I know get bored, not having a daily routine to clean up after. We need routines, it keeps us in check. Plus, coming up with things to do takes up too much energy. Creativity is so in short supply. Something I wrote last year about Christmas summed up the beauty of it, and it's the strength of that argument that, I believe, keeps Christmas alive. Sometimes the wrapper on the truth is bigger than the truth itself. « Re: Today is Tomorrow's Yesterday | Kissing For a New Something » | |||