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Month: December 2004

Secular Bells

Posted on December 27, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

It’s a little after the fact, but I’m still feeling the holiday cheer. It’s a genuinely good feeling. I remember the days when I still considered myself a Catholic, and December carried with it a comforting aura of religious joy. Christmas meant so much back then because, you know, it actually meant something. But these…

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Go Tell It on the Weblog

Posted on December 16, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

After an hour of Christmas shopping, I stepped out of Best Buy with bags full of commerce in my hands, and was met with the sound of an incessant jingling bell. I looked up slightly and saw three volunteers standing expectantly around a Salvation Army collection bucket. I felt a twinge of guilt, but my…

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It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.~Nick HornbySource: High Fidelity
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