Sunday, November 14, 2010

fairytales

It has been a while since I have read to Junhong. For the last couple of years, it has been David who has had, or has insisted on, the privilege. Instead, Junhong and I, as our reading ritual, read our respective books in bed or on the couch together, exchanging interesting tidbits as they come along. Last week, however, he was felled by a bug and was in bed for 2 days. When I offered to read to him, he, in the spirit of nostalgia for babyhood,  requested fairytales. So I read him "The Young King" by Oscar Wilde and cried while doing so. Then I read to him from the Book of Genesis. We both agreed that God was a punitive asshole.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

clown

Recently, in order to become a better clown, I went to see a therapist.
I told this to May Lyn, who thinks it is amusing. (See, already my strategy is working).
Then she told me (in the in-between language that we speak together),
"Between you and me, you clown ce n'est pas possible. Tu n'es pas assez tragique".