Life often gets in the way of living. Or at least that’s how I’ve felt the last week or so.
Fact of the matter is that Life with a capital L is what living is all about, but it’s hard to square that at certain times. Troubles emerge and we have to deal with them, much to the chagrin of those of us who would rather deal with life on our own terms.
If it was entirely up to me, I’d write today about the normalization of “non-traditional” sexual orientations as presented in the musical “Rent,” or the repetition inherent in the religious debate where atheists have to constantly respond to the same old tropes time and again whenever the religious and irreligious feel the need to have a battle of wits. Such a statement as that last sentence might bring into question the topic of free will (which I’d also rather write about), but the fact remains that I’ve been distracted by life to the point that I couldn’t do justice to any of these topics, and I feel like I owe it both to you, the dear reader, and the topics themselves to be less distracted when I eventually write about said above topics.
So as to stop being so obtuse about my life when I have no intent of filling you in on the details, I’ll wrap this up by saying that I’m still enjoying writing haikus over delicious whiskeys, the most recent being Laphroaig scotch, though I’ve had some fantastic Knob Creek Rye as well. I’ll let you figure out which haiku goes with which whisk(e)y (followers of my Twitter or Facebook accounts may have an advantage).
i recall the must
from a root cellar. memor-
ies captured in glass.
Fresh trodden grass laced
with ammonia, served over
an oak stump with rice.