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Frighteningly accurate.
When I made my first appearance in public on St. Patrick’s Day (at The Brunchery), I was a little embarrassed that I didn’t have an green on. Turns out, I was lucky (har har) enough to have both packed and not have worn my only pair of green underwear by that morning. I didn’t even realize until later.
That said, it turns out orange would have been just fine as well (not that I was wearing any of that either), as I learned from 6 Signs You’re NOT Irish. It also turns out that the Irish aren’t so lucky sometimes.
Finally, I hate to admit that I had a green beer on Friday and zero Guinnesses on Monday. The later couldn’t be helped much, as I spent most of the day driving in the car. I’m positive I’ll make up the difference at some point, probably by preparing Guinness Stew
I’m not certain which is worse, that I wore six different shirts today, or that I am not going to clean any of them. Maybe that isn’t even a bad thing.
Played Scrabble with the (unofficially) Chattanooga Scrabble Club (1st and 3rd Wednesdays at Rock Point Books). Got killed in my first game. Truthfully, the guy I was playing must have thought I was twelve and it was my first try at the game- I simply kept getting bad racks (and he was pretty good)- and then I won the following two matches.
I’ve read two Cormac McCarthy books so far, and I have absolutely loved both of them. Though, I have to say that I preferred The Road to this one (The Crossing rests comfortably on my bookshelf, just waiting to be held…). I find McCarthy’s writing style addictive and his stories inviting. They sometimes cut you with their brutal look at the world, but that is an intentional choice by the author, who believes that if it isn’t about Life and Death, then it isn’t worth writing about.
This book muses on how much worse off the world is now than, say, forty years ago. His characters muse on the reasons for this, but the only real conclusion that seems to be drawn is, “yes, much worse.” The book is mercilessly violent, which isn’t surprising. Perhaps the image that will clearly be in my mind the longest is of the weapon one of the main characters uses to kill his enemies. I had to research it to see what it was, and it honestly made me a little ill.
I didn’t eat meat tonight, either.
