I’m thanking Margaret LaFleur today for linking me to Everday Genius: Stephen Graham Jones’s Modern Love. It’s a fabulous seven point short story and I think you should check it out because it works your brain in all different kinds of thoughtfulness. My favorite bit is number 6.
6. The most terrifying moment of the twentieth century has to have been when I walked into the living room one night and sat beside my wife in front of the TV. We watched it together for a while and I didn’t tell her that my love was like a wooly mammoth frozen beneath the tundra, a half-chewed daisy in its teeth, and she didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear, that topiary gardeners dream of a naturally occurring shrub in the form of a horse. Instead I asked her if this was a commercial we were watching, and she shrugged, and we waited it out.
I’m headed off this weekend to hide in the mountains of northen california. An overnight in Yosemite will do me good. I’m taking an old lensed-out canon such and such with me that uses real film and I’m going to capture beauty with my mechanical eye. Probably not true, but let’s try anyways, right? And I’m hoping our hotel has free wifi. Writing will happen, attempts at hiking will occur, and hoodies will be worn because apparently it’s only about 50 degrees their currently. A far cry from the 90+ the first time I went. Ahh the life of an artist.