"Something more than words," I replied. "Crystals. I want to send my readers armloads of crystals, some of which are the colors of orchids and peonies, some of which pick up radio signals from a secret city that is half Paris and half Coney Island."

-Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A Floating Brothel

Hilarious!  Read the title of the post again.  What part of 'A Floating Brothel' isn't hilarious and thought provoking?  I sort of wish I hadn't connected with this on an NBC rerun of Parenthood after a night of BINGO and drinking at the local sports bar..... but alas, there was something I needed to learn from this, no?  During my pre-teen years, adults would remind me not to "grow up too fast."  I remember thinking, "Yeah, fat chance."  Today, in a local courthouse, I advised a 12-year-old not to 'grow up too fast.'  She laughed at me and struck a very sassy, adult-like pose.  She and I have the same birthday.  We connect.  And yet, I'm already mourning parts of her lost childhood and mine. 

So, how do I reconcile these parts?  I am no longer young... as of yesterday I turned 32 years old.  I am not yet old.  All sorts of things, like 'A Floating Brothel' crack me up.  I hold out hope that my sick sense of humor and good intentions will continue to amuse me and help point me in the right direction.  Yet even now, I hope I don't grow up too fast.  I hope it is not too late.
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  1. AnonymousMarch 9, 2011 at 7:38 AM

    I don't think you're in any danger of growing up too fast... :)

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  2. Beet QueenMarch 25, 2011 at 11:12 PM

    'Cuz I act like a kid all the time?

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