It is autumn and the leaves are changing. It is autumn and the leaves are changing from green to golds and reds and oranges, and on the movie theater screen sociopathic killers are hacking, sawing limbs and spewing blood and dismembering bodies and organs with reckless, indifferent, gleeful, often retaliatory or vengeful abandon. We buy things pumpkin flavored – like the venerable pumpkin spice coffee options – and sip hot cocoa and caramel apple cider as we smear fake blood on the sides of lips, shove vampire fangs inside our mouths, and delight in the temporary, transitory, audacious and ostentatious embodiment of the so-called monster, that cultural construct who signifies panic, disruption, mayhem. It is autumn, and so – at least, for those of us who like the season – we are not sure if we’re in some transcendental, umbrage-speckled heaven or the depths of a fiendish, delightful, playful sort of hell. It is autumn and, perhaps, we’re not sure how to feel, but in any case we indulge deliciously in the feeling, the feeling of change, the feelings of alleged paradox, the feelings of fall-ness. See, I just created a word: fall-ness. Often times, during autumn, we delight in fall-ness. Continue reading “Seeing Jigsaw in the Fall”
A couple days ago I received a WordPress notification that it was my two-year anniversary with WordPress. While at this point last year, writing a blog post (which I did) would have seemed like a means to commemorate the occasion, and an action requiring immediate attention, this period in my life last year was, well, calmer – not better, per se, in some ultimate and inherent way – but calmer. I thought, as I considered this post, of the line in The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock where he says “I have measured my life in coffee spoons.” I chuckled at my own joke (which I must admit, I do a lot), when I thought “I have measured my life in blog posts.” And that seems both true enough and somewhat reassuring, since I’d rather not evaluate the depth and significance of my life by my caffeine habit. But I make that point because 1 year ago, my “Happy 1st Birthday Just Dread-Full” blog post became a sort of opportunity for reflection, an opportunity that I’m inclined to take, again. That’s the fun thing about a blog, even when much of it isn’t meant to be personal: it’s a neat sort of chronicle, a way of looking backward and looking forward, but a way of looking situated in a public forum, a series of links merged onto a single page, or a screen. So, I think, perhaps, for my second birthday post, I’ll ponder fall, ponder horror, and ponder life. Continue reading “Celebrate We Will (Again): Happy Second Birthday Just Dread-Full”
The title of this post comes from the Dave Matthews Band Song, “Two Step,” an old favorite I found on a dusty, battered but still half-working mixed CD I made in college over a decade ago. In the song, Dave sings “Celebrate we will, ‘cause life is short but sweet for certain.” Well, Dave, I agree with you, life is short, and (often, but not always) sweet, but I’m not celebrating because life is short and sweet. I’m celebrating because my little blog recently had her first birthday (yes, in case you didn’t know, Just Dread-full is a girl), and I’m gushing and bragging like any proud parent. Unlike the proud parent who thinks her baby is the best, I in no way contend that my blog is the best blog on the interweb (I’m not delusional, and there’s tons of good stuff out there) but it is a creation uniquely mine that I can share with anyone who’s remotely interested. If I’m Victor Frankenstein, this blog is my glistening, verbose, sometimes pedantic monster – only, it’s not going to skulk around my perimeter, threatening to kill me if I don’t create a mate for it (which I tried to do when I started another blog that I never post on, 1000 in a Decade).