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30.VI.2003 :::: 21.57

dear me, dear me, i have unleashed the art books! we stacked up the secret-soul-of-donald-judd shelves yesterday & so that is how, before any novels or dictionaries or even bibles have come out of their boxes, the art books were carried downstairs, & the boxes opened up, torn away.

my career advice for the bookbound (not people like my brother who can transcend paper & leap straight up into something digital & pure) is not to become an art historian, because big books full of reproductions of paintings are heavy. for that matter, you probably want to keep your supply of dictionaries & bibles to a minimum, too.

so now even if it takes a while to get around to unpacking the novels, i can sit in the living room (which now looks like a living room) staring staring into the c�zanne catalogue raison�e.

or i could just buy more novels. or borrow some. right now i am reading bee's copy of the poisonwood bible. first i thought i would like it, then it bogged me down, now i am liking it again. it is the second novel in less than a week that i have borrowed from bee that is about faith. this is a little odd when you consider that bee is the most anti-religion person i have ever met, by which i do not necessarily mean just that she is an atheist but more that she is so vehement in her denouncing of not just GOD but all belief itself in GOD that it reminds me of all those delicately macho boys in high school slurring their speech against gay people so that no one would mistake them for queer.

part of me wants to ask her about it, but that part is just a small sliver. the rest of me is glad that it never comes up because it would just be a huge wall between us, fortified & stern.

but yesterday at mass i watched two babies get baptized. one of them was given the same name that is bean's real name, only anglicized because this is ohio. i am always amazed when the babies do not cry at the shock of the water being poured on their still-squishy heads.

oh & we went to our friends' wedding, everyone looking very pretty in dress-up clothes. (i wore make-up & high-heeled shoes. this is so rare an occasion that i was going to write home about it, but then my parents called me & i told them over the phone instead.) at the reception, for the traditional father-daughter dance, fran & her dad swing-danced to "bad, bad leroy brown." it was the best.

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