Monday, April 14, 2008

The Only Emperor Is the Emperor of Ice Cream

I don't know about you, but I'm caught in some kind of worm hole. I'm having a hard time believing it's already April, an even harder time believing that just three days and not three weeks has passed since my last blog entry, and I'm absolutely bewildered by the fact that Finn will turn five this year, that some of my former students are turning 25 (SHUT UP!), and that my nephew is graduating from high school.

Indulge me in the cliche, or sing along if you must: where did the time go?

If you would have captured me, say, ten years ago and asked me that question (and especially after a few beers), you may have gotten more of an answer than you bargained for. I'm sure I would have "deftly" (quotes for the the adverb applied under the influence) woven, given which year, quantum physics, Taoism, the philosophical aestheticism of soffits and lintels, and quotes from Shakespeare and either Julian Barnes, Italo Calvino or Flannery O'Conner (hopefully I'd already exited my Jeanette Winterson phase) into my answer. Catch me in grad school and I would've coated it all in semiotics. Because I was intellectually capable. And, well, drunk. (Which, in those years, meant pretty much the same thing.)

Today, the answer is much simpler--and possibly more poetic: Fuck if I know.

(Watch the ads turn to public service announcements. Yes. That's what a good expletive will get you. Google karma.)


Piper said...

One more -- Chris turning 21 and Patrick 18 -- OMG!!

Suzie said...

I think you have the right answer now and I agree

spamchang said...

i've *been* 25 for some time ;) no idea how i got here...