March 12, 2007
RIP
One of my favorite uncles died on Saturday. He had been battling a brain tumor for the last ten to fifteen years and despite that was always so cheerful and cynical and funny -- and active; it was in remission until the last year or so and he had all of his marbles and then some.
He and my aunt traveled the world (Africa in the 70s by VW minibus, Russia in the 80s on the Orient Express, sailed to Belize and back), never had kids but would send my sister and I bizarre knick-knacks from the ends of the earth.
He loved a good drink, a good party, a good argument and my aunt. Hope you're having a good piss-up where ever you are, Uncle Peter!
Peter and Trixie, summer 2004
March 05, 2007
Story Time
This morning on the subway there was a Bible-thumping woman going full steam to the silent disapproval of the rest of the car. When Trixie was settled in a seat and realized what was going on, she asked me "Is it a story?" So I said "yes," because that's Trixie-speak for "Do I have to be quiet and listen?" and I didn't want to get into a theological discussion with a three-year-old whose volume control seems to be permanently set on Inform the World.
Bible-thumper ranted on about the Lake of Fire and the necessity of embracing Jeesus--oh yes, Lord!--right here and now--on the way to enjoying the Wages of Sin, which is Death.
After a while Trixie looked a little disappointed so I leaned down to say, "It's not a very good story, is it?" and she nodded in agreement. In your FACE, Sunday school!