On to my youngest sister Mckensie. We ate slowly tonight at Tapas Papas and Fritas in Scottsdale. Solid C- dining experience. It was Spanish dining, Spainish that is, not Mexican. At first I felt so cultured. Then I realized that I’d much rather be eating at Filibertos. But my little sister McKensie, whose second language is apparently English- long story... she pounded all of the bread at our table. At one point she nearly nipped off my finger when I went for it. She read about carb loading a few years ago and claims it helps her get ready for some impending marathon... The only problem is that there is no impending marathon. She ran a half-marathon once without a ton of training, but she carb loaded for three days before lighting it up on the course.
Now for an interesting tidbit.
Word of the day (not that I really have one) is subversive. Something subversive intends to harm or derail the cause of established authority. Luican Blaga, a Romanian philosopher and poet was deemed subversive by the ruling communists because of his anticommunist literary and philosophical stance. Not a really safe way to be standing in the mid 40s in Romania. Lucky for him, he wasn’t killed on the spot because of his notoriety. He was just made to disappear from the literary limelight and placed into a librarian roll at the University of Cluj (where I’ll be staying this Summer for a month). Since he was no longer allowed to compose, he turned to translation instead. He spent years translating everyone from Faust to T.S. Eliot... all along his high brow translation spoke such a deep seeded Romanian cultural dialect that the communists didn’t even notice that his “translations” were all skewed toward subverting communism and pointing out flaws in communist thought.
P.S. Communism is horrible. Really bad all the way around. It does nothing but darken, plunder, and depress. Thinkers like Blaga, who fought communism on a cultural level from behind enemy lines are among the bravest and most clever writers in history.
Subversion, if you listen for it you’ll hear it. If you look for it... look out.
Going to take a second tomorrow to plan memorial day. Lessons from the dead are the only lessons punctuated by something other than a question mark.
T.S. Eliot, "Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity."