shana and i had one of the best celebrity sightings we've ever experienced this weekend, in chicago of all places. sunday morning, 10am, michigan ave hilton hotel elevators. tall guy gets on and stands up close next to me (it's a little crowded). i'm eye level with his shirt: FIGHTING FOR PEACE IS LIKE FUCKING FOR VIRGINITY. i laugh a little, look up and realize, um, it's BILLY BALDWIN.
we're all trapped watching the miniature cnn feed in the elevator, which is broadcasting this ridiculously stupid commentary about how "somehow" small time tragedies get elevated to national news stories, and billy and i exchange derisive comments about the ridiculousness of that and how g.dub will attend virginia tech funerals but not those of soldiers and she mumbles something about loving his shirt and then we're in the lobby and part ways.
for the record, he looks better than i'd expected (he's 44, but only one of his brothers has gotten better looking as he got older) and that classic curl that flops over his forehead? totally seems to be unstyled, because he was clearly just out of the shower and half-awake and it was fully activated. hot.
4/12/07
this is the song that never ends
a true war story is never moral. it does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. if a story seems moral, do not believe it. if at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. there is no rectitude whatsoever. there is no virtue. as a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil...
you can tell a true war story if it embarrasses you. if you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth; if you don't care for the truth, watch how you vote. send guys to war, they come home talking dirty.
i reread tim o'brien's the things they carried over the past couple of days. today, i'm sending that dog-eared copy to washington. it's such a silly small act and it won't land on the desk it needs to, but, you know. it's beginning to feel like a nightmare from which we'll never wake up.
you can tell a true war story if it embarrasses you. if you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth; if you don't care for the truth, watch how you vote. send guys to war, they come home talking dirty.
i reread tim o'brien's the things they carried over the past couple of days. today, i'm sending that dog-eared copy to washington. it's such a silly small act and it won't land on the desk it needs to, but, you know. it's beginning to feel like a nightmare from which we'll never wake up.
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