Dear 3rdarm.biz cult members,
I am only a human being. Yes, occasionally I find grace in my animistic spirituality and am able to leap over psychic walls much as a lynx can easily leap over a hedge-row, creep through a backyard and pluck a baby from the cradle much like the weasel in Lady in the Tramp… but by no means does this make me fear cocker spaniels, nor does it subtract from my humanity…
Thank you, the 3rd arm. Now for today’s ramblings… Okay, so Pride Week is coming up in Boston and the Proudest Day is going to be June 11th. I plan on meeting up with a posse of seniors who will escort this freshman (me, people) around the campus (aka the block party). DJ Barry Scott will play a set…
Sometimes I look at those in my age-set who are graduating this year with disdain, for it seems graduation has swollen their ego-feathers… but perhaps they are preparing to spread their wings to fly solo for the first time in their lives and I should have the wisdom and tact to respect that. The other big news is that last night I finished Katharine Graham’s memoirs, which it took me only three months to read, and I shed a single crocodile tear upon completion of the last page… I felt sorrow that she is dead, and the media as well as we Watchers have lost a truly honorable Publisher (and look at how Newsweek turned to crap)… aging and death are tough. But I announce in this self-published blog that I love Katharine Graham and if there is a conscious after-life I hope she takes note that I read understood cried and above all stayed the course and finished her truly massive memoirs. The woman had real dignity, amen.