Something changes this time of year, when we are allowed to be festive and happy for no other reason than to celebrate the end of another year. I love the classic music of the holiday season, but I also enjoy the simple revelry that accompanies holiday parties, tree decorations, and light stringing outside the house. So, it was fitting that Ruby and I get decorated ourselves to share a holiday greeting of best wishes and good tidings for this holiday and the new year. Let's just hope that the end of the Mayan calendar doesn't somehow interrupt this wonderful time of year!
Somehow I started to read Proust. The blame goes to Alain de Botton , a writer whose witticisms deconstruct modern thinking and make intellectualism seem but a trifle and a whim. He wrote a book in 1997 called "How Proust Can Change Your Life" which distills the enigmatic French novelist into a self-help dispenser of pithy ideas. How clever I found Mr. de Botton to be when I dipped my toe into the vagaries of Proust; I picked up volume one of "In Search of Lost Time" and instantly fell into the deep end. What author dares to run sentences onward into the stratosphere that sometimes seemingly mellows behind the stars of a bright night, but never so much as an introspective person that wretches for the meaning of a simple thought, sometimes stumbling, but always emerging strongly as that same night in starry sky, almost an homage back to Van Gogh, whose rich paintings greatly represented the mood of a generation - and generations often afford a few mis-steps in l...
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