So, on Sunday, we went to Trinity Church on the South Side (400 W. 95th Street). Deep in the South Side. The church is UCC, which is the denomination Irene belongs to. Not that that alone would have made the 100+ street trip worthwhile. The church is also the home of a certain Democratic Presidential candidate. The increased publicity caused by that fact put some pressure on the church and its Pastor Rev. Jeremiah Wright Jr. Nothing's sacred.
The service was unlike any other I've been to--starting with the fact that it was two and a half hours along. Ouch.
Given that it started at 11am and it took an hour to get back from on the El, by the time we made it to Pizzeria Uno's, there wasn't any wait at all. Well, that's not exactly true. You have to wait an hour for the pizza to cook... Good thing we let that bird fly when we did.
The airport was a nightmare. There was no getting on an earlier flight. There was only getting on our regular flight, desperately attempting to not flip out and attack some obnoxious Starbucks' barista. Holiday travel. Thank the Lord the pizza was worth it.
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Norman Mailer said, "The purpose of art is to intensify, even exacerbate, the moral consciousness of the people." (From etu newsletter). I've been thinking a lot about the purpose of art lates after attending a reading of his fiction by colleague, Geoff Becker. His story was of the genre American Gothic, in the style of Flannery O'Conner, whose character, Mr. Shiflet is the most dispicable individual in fiction. "The Life You Save May be Your Own." Basically, I guess it boils down to "art for art's sake" a la Wilde or a sugar-coated pill (18th century rationalism). I don't particularly like the characters who inhabit gothic literature, but Geoff's story was very amusing.
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