The Revolution of Everyday Life

The worst book I ever read (or didn't read) was called The Revolution of Everyday Life. I picked it up, of course, because I wanted to know how to. But it was boring (can you imagine?), real boring. Kind of a post-modery marxisty pastiche of wanting something anarchy-y.

Lord help us.

Never before had I read something where the how was so diametrically opposed to the what. Like a scholarly tome, or a memo, about fun.

I don't know what made me think about that. Maybe it was the guy at the L stop downtown acting wacky and waving at people--trying o engage or just get a rise out of people.

I used to think that life needed to be changed as well. My life especially. Immediately.

But I'm not so sure anymore. I think it's more about appreciating what we have, getting into it. Feeling the bounty all around us. Everything already exists--so what? So what are we going to do with it?

Maybe this comes from a thought I had this morning--of love being not something to get excited about, or even be a "thing" (said the self-proclaimed love artist), but just the medium in which everything else floats. Exists. And is even boring to talk about. If you're feeling it, if you've got it, just have it. If not, well...