"Traditionally, literature makes much of the beauty of fleeting things and the delight of the bittersweet mixing of pain and pleasure. But no one ever said that heaven was seasonal or fleeting. Heaven is always portrayed as blissfully monotonous, one bright blue day after another forever and ever.
Rather like California."
Saturday, January 26, 2008
A Day Late
Arrgh...this is the problem of my tendency to read my daily newspaper the next day (or even two days later.) I could have gone to George Thorogood at the House of Blues on Friday night!!!
But, I didn't read about it until Saturday at lunch. Sigh.
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