I think I’ve decided that I kind of dislike zoos. The kids like going to zoos, so we go, though not often. I think the last time we were at the Bronx Zoo was about 5 years ago when Claudine was a baby, though Mia’s been much more recently through camp. All those animals in cages. I guess it was a reflection of my own mental state when we went over the weekend that made it a bit of a downer. That and getting that Smashing Pumpkins “despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage” song stuck in my head over and over again. Sheesh.
I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries lately, some on second and third viewings, finding comfort in watching the creative process of others: The September Issue, Beauty is Embarrassing, Bill Cunningham New York, and Last Days Here (interesting even if you don’t like that genre of music). I always admire people who have lifelong passions and I think about this guy I knew back in art school days who had volumes of sketchbooks with nothing but Grover drawings in them. Can you imagine? But you sort of have to be in awe of something like that, no matter how crazy it is.
You know something? I never try and take myself too seriously. I look at the future and see a big question mark, but for now, I just take it one day at a time and sometimes, all it takes is a long talk with a friend to see things a little more clearly. What would we do without our friends?