A Secret

"Before I spill these things I mean to hide away, I'll crouch down and scrawl 'I still love you' in wet cement." - Apologies to The Weakerthans

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The Felix of your Truth

I need to add "Felicity" to my 12 year old girl alter ego must see tv list.

Okay, not dwelling on the porcelain angel that is Keri Russell, Felicity was the story of a girl that decided to flush all of her life plans (going to her dad's almer mater of Stanford and becoming a doctor like him) and instead pursue a boy (Ben) she had a high school crush on to NYC all because of a vague note he scrawled in her year book after graduation. While at NYU, she meets Noel, the floor steward at her dormitory. A love triangle evolves. Ben is the archtypical "bad boy" and Noel is the "nice guy". For the next 4 years, the show chonicled these three and their college friends drifting in and out of relationships as Felicity attended college. Pre-med, art major, then pre-med again. And invariably, she's faced with the choice between Ben and Noel, chooses Ben breaking Noel's heart, then is disappointed when Ben lies to and cheats on her. And Noel is always there to take her back.

Yup... That's about right.

Not sure why people are attracted to dangeous types. Is there a need to challenge their mortality? Or tame the wild horse? And then there is the duality: Date the bad boy, but marry the nice guy. And the Charley Pride corollary, "Kiss an angel good morning, And love her like the devil when you get back home." (okay, I want to spend the evening with the shorthaired Keri, but wake up the next morning with the long haired Keri. Metaphorically speaking of course.)

I saw my second favorite bumper sticker the other day ( 1st being "Envision Whirled Peas"). Number 2 is now "Metaphors be with you." I'm sure it was some English teacher's car. They are such an avant garde bunch. She'd better beware of the Star Wars faithful.

A Mother's Love

There was a Linda Ronstadt song I use to like back before
I became a poor black child. I think my sister had the album
or 8-track (Rock on!). I guess it's a testament to it's goodness
that I still remember it so well... okay, it still pops up on
my memory rolodex.


One day a mother went to a prison
To see an erring but precious son
She told the warden how much she loved him
It did not matter what he had done

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
She brought no silver, no pomp or style
It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light
The sweetest gift, a mother's smile

She left a smile you can remember
She's gone to heaven from heartaches free
Those walls around you could never change her
You were her baby and e'er will be

In one of my favorite movies, Adaptation, the
character John Laroche said:

"I had this idea that if I waited long enough,
someone would come around and just, y'know,
understand me.  Like my mom, except someone else.
I knew the universe wouldn't let me go my whole
life alone like that.  It'd send someone,
she'd look at me, and quietly say, "yes",
just like that.
And I wouldn't be alone anymore.

I guess psychiatrists make a mint off the Oedipus
complex, but still, there's just something about a
mother's unquestionable love.