Lord of the Rings
Hey, it’s 3-3-03.
Last week, W spoke at the American Enterprise Institute about, shockingly, Iraq. My favorite line was "We will not allow the triumph of hatred and violence in the affairs of men." The affairs of men? Who wrote this speech, J.R.R. Tolkien?
Wouldn't surprise me if Tolkien wrote the whole drama with which we are now faced. Dark lord who seeks to rule the world—a single weapon which will make him invincible—a small and slightly ridiculous, yet noble hero poised to stop him (and here you think I’m talking about W when in fact I’m talking about outspokenly anti-war Senator Robert Byrd (D-WV)).
Right now my housemate, Seth, is playing "No Rain" on his guitar. Suddenly, it's high school again. This feeling is intensified by the fact that I just drank a Zima. Yes, it's true, while I usually favor martinis, Erin and I were reminiscing about that deceptively alcoholic malt beverage the other day, and at the liquor store this weekend I couldn't help but buy a pack for old times' sake. It's true, they still make it, and I'm sure that teenage boys still press it upon teenage girls with enthusiasm.
One of my proudest moments as a 15-year-old was the time I was in the Taco Bell parking lot late one night and discovered a totally unopened, pristine 4-pack of Zima sitting on the median. I remember it was just before the 4th of July, and I brought the 4-pack along to a secret, alcoholic celebration with my best friends, Nelle and Jill. Those four clandestine Zimas were enough to put the three of us right under the table.
I think I might go listen to some Nirvana now. Cheers.
Last week, W spoke at the American Enterprise Institute about, shockingly, Iraq. My favorite line was "We will not allow the triumph of hatred and violence in the affairs of men." The affairs of men? Who wrote this speech, J.R.R. Tolkien?
Wouldn't surprise me if Tolkien wrote the whole drama with which we are now faced. Dark lord who seeks to rule the world—a single weapon which will make him invincible—a small and slightly ridiculous, yet noble hero poised to stop him (and here you think I’m talking about W when in fact I’m talking about outspokenly anti-war Senator Robert Byrd (D-WV)).
Right now my housemate, Seth, is playing "No Rain" on his guitar. Suddenly, it's high school again. This feeling is intensified by the fact that I just drank a Zima. Yes, it's true, while I usually favor martinis, Erin and I were reminiscing about that deceptively alcoholic malt beverage the other day, and at the liquor store this weekend I couldn't help but buy a pack for old times' sake. It's true, they still make it, and I'm sure that teenage boys still press it upon teenage girls with enthusiasm.
One of my proudest moments as a 15-year-old was the time I was in the Taco Bell parking lot late one night and discovered a totally unopened, pristine 4-pack of Zima sitting on the median. I remember it was just before the 4th of July, and I brought the 4-pack along to a secret, alcoholic celebration with my best friends, Nelle and Jill. Those four clandestine Zimas were enough to put the three of us right under the table.
I think I might go listen to some Nirvana now. Cheers.
posted by Waage on Tuesday, March 04, 2003
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