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High today, here: 17. Dewpoint then: 13. High dewpoint: 13.
High today in TO: 19. Dewpoint then: 14. High dewpoint: 14.
Low today on the balcony: 11.9. High: 18. Currently: 11.9.
Yesterday's KW weather data N/A. Grr. Arrgh.
High yesterday in TO: 24. Dewpoint then: 12. High dewpoint: 14.
Two cases of peculiar half-assed formality: convocations and weddings. Weddings, not necessarily so much; there are lots of different kinds of weddings, sure. But convocations, always, at least in my experience. How can you pretend you're carrying out a solemn traditional rite when you're in a gym, or a hockey rink, with folding chairs? I mean, you're showing that really, you just don't think it's as important as you keep saying it is--in fact, actually, you just don't give a damn at all. I think this is another element of taking-off-your-mask-at-the-costume-party syndrome. I think, again, of Eyes Wide Shut. Pretense is not a joke, it's only not a joke, if the pretense goes all the way down--Bill wants to laugh when he's hauled on the carpet, but there's no joke there to laugh at. The problem is to take the pretense seriously but still not--or else you might end up with Nazism--to lose sight of the fact that it's pretense. That's the balance that Bill just can't get--he's either on one pole or the other--but Alice can: "I'm married."
Which reminds me: if I were king of the world, I would ban divorce. I heard, who was it, Bill Bennett, I guess, on Jon Stewart the other night, on about gay marriage destroying the sanctity of the institution--but look, for crying out loud, who are you trying to kid? The sanctity of the institution is gone. You're not just trying to close the barn door after the horse is gone. The barn burned down, and the horse is dead.
You want to leave, well, fine. You want to be, let's say, "officially separated", and get child support and alimony and whatever, well, OK, I guess. But no way, in my world, do you get to declare to family, friends, community, state, and God that naught but death shall you part, then part before death, and then do it again.
High today in TO: 19. Dewpoint then: 14. High dewpoint: 14.
Low today on the balcony: 11.9. High: 18. Currently: 11.9.
Yesterday's KW weather data N/A. Grr. Arrgh.
High yesterday in TO: 24. Dewpoint then: 12. High dewpoint: 14.
Two cases of peculiar half-assed formality: convocations and weddings. Weddings, not necessarily so much; there are lots of different kinds of weddings, sure. But convocations, always, at least in my experience. How can you pretend you're carrying out a solemn traditional rite when you're in a gym, or a hockey rink, with folding chairs? I mean, you're showing that really, you just don't think it's as important as you keep saying it is--in fact, actually, you just don't give a damn at all. I think this is another element of taking-off-your-mask-at-the-costume-party syndrome. I think, again, of Eyes Wide Shut. Pretense is not a joke, it's only not a joke, if the pretense goes all the way down--Bill wants to laugh when he's hauled on the carpet, but there's no joke there to laugh at. The problem is to take the pretense seriously but still not--or else you might end up with Nazism--to lose sight of the fact that it's pretense. That's the balance that Bill just can't get--he's either on one pole or the other--but Alice can: "I'm married."
Which reminds me: if I were king of the world, I would ban divorce. I heard, who was it, Bill Bennett, I guess, on Jon Stewart the other night, on about gay marriage destroying the sanctity of the institution--but look, for crying out loud, who are you trying to kid? The sanctity of the institution is gone. You're not just trying to close the barn door after the horse is gone. The barn burned down, and the horse is dead.
You want to leave, well, fine. You want to be, let's say, "officially separated", and get child support and alimony and whatever, well, OK, I guess. But no way, in my world, do you get to declare to family, friends, community, state, and God that naught but death shall you part, then part before death, and then do it again.
