The Cult of Che – by Anthony Daniels (There seems to be a lot of de-bunking-of-the-Che-myth going on right now, and I am quite glad of this. The sainting-of-Che, the ubiquitous T-shirts everywhere … I have always found offensive and ridiculous, considering the facts of the man)
The Men Who Would be Orwell – Ron Rosenbaum’s great piece on Christopher Hitchens and Andrew Sullivan. It’s terrific. I have been reading these guys for a long long time … but Rosenbaum explains what exactly happened post-Sept. 11 and how these two fiery tireless ex-pats have FRAMED the conversation. It’s true. They got out in front of this thing almost immediately.
Well. Those are two good reads. I highly recommend both. Everything else I’ve read today has to do with the Red Sox. I am in a state of suspended animation. Waiting until tomorrow night. I am also exhausted. I woke up today with a sleep-crushed face. Usually, my face bounces back from sleep almost immediately … Today, I looked vaguely slack-jawed and sleepy-eyed until nearly 11 am. I’m wiped out.
I spoke with my friend David today. We can’t even believe it’s happening … that we’re winning. It’s weird to not have the Yankees be in the Series. I feel like I don’t know where the hell I AM, at times. Is this really happening right now?
Thanks for the link to Che. It helped put into perspective my encounter with a Che button wearing troll at a scientific meeting in San Diego. Thought I could get away from politics for a few days.
Got it out of my system with the following post
http://virtuouscircle.typepad.com/virtuouscircle/2004/10/che.html
Think I’ll pass on the movie though. Thirteen year old insists on “Team America” when I get back.
Here’s what a sad git I am:
When I read that first line, I instantly thought “C-3PO wrote an article about Che Guevara? Cool!” Imagine my disappointment.
And since I’m wallowing in pop culture crapulance, whenever I’ve seen That One Picture of Che, all I can think about is this.
I’m not sure it’s opening either. I like to whisper things like ‘Game Three of the World Series’ to myself and giggle.
And tired – I’ve developed a habit of staring off into space.
My sister called me last night, after JT’s star spangled banner and she said, “I can’t imagine life getting any better than this for you!”
Tonight basically has no other meaning but a blank void of time to be endured in order to get to tomorrow night’s game! What the hell am I going to do when this is over?