Green Peace

August 8th, 2008

After a day filled with upsetting communications that seemed to be beamed straight to my office from the planet of Mercury Retrograde, I eagerly anticipated coming home with carryout food, putting on my pajamas and watching what had been touted as the best ever opening ceremonies of the Olympics. Why did I get sucked in again? Yes, it was bigger than ever, as Matt Lauer promised, but the very size of it, the Bigness, the technology was numbing. Is a bloated over-the-top paean to it’s-a-small-world–after-all globalism inevitable? The camera even caught George and Laura Bush checking their watches. For once, I felt his pain. The smoke and mirrors spectacle made me hungry for something clean and simple, like a green banana leaf in the rain. Like a haiku by Basho. Like the first star in a mysterious unfathomable night sky.

3 Responses to “Green Peace”

  1. Allegra Smith says:

    I have no idea how you found me but I am truly grateful you did, so now I can ask if I could move into fridaville myself. Same taste in music, books and movies.

    Now we only have to align the food and tequilas – no lime, oranges for me – and only El Patron or El DueƱo and we can get to know each other.

    The blue turned out better than expected changing colors according to the light, just like a mood…

    Allegra

  2. Pat says:

    Well, said, sister!!! Pat

  3. atomicblonde says:

    not to mention the cost. all that money spent on something so fleeting. perhaps it’s a simple thought, but i kept thinking, “people are starving.”