Blogs are for ranting, that was established long before I ever thought of writing this one. I enjoy a good rant, clears the sinuses. I just wrote a beaut, a full page on why I was disappointed in the Renaissance Faire despite the terrific performances of the friends we went to see. (She was luminous and graceful, he sports a handsome new goatee and their children were adorable in their little costumes.)
You’ll never read it. Control A then delete. Gone, pfft. Let’s talk about why.
Okay, the Faire itself was a commercial cliche, though the food was good and the weather wasn’t as bad as it’ll be later. I got a ticket on the way out, there’s a trap on the long straight 15 mph road.
It’s easy to tear something down. Very easy, if you saw some of the outfits people put on for the privilege of paying $25 a head to be seen in. So what? You can go to your nearest mall to see people wearing silly fashions. You can go to Disneyland and be charged more for worse food. You can go to Jumbo’s for floppy breasts.
If our moment in history means anything, it means that it’s important to look forward, to build, to stop sniping and Get On With It. Besides, that’s what traffic school is for. Sigh.
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