some little talk awhile of me and thee

Happy Father's Day, everybody.

Maybe later I'll make a post about Idol registration. It was an interesting and highly surreal experience.

I was awake for about thirty-six hours, and just woke up around midnight. I'll be up all day; Mom and sisters are coming down to visit. We're going to the grocery store, maybe get lunch somewhere. I want to play them the full "dead man" trilogy--but the ghost, dead man's blues, and don't forget. Then I want us all to watch that Dead Man's Gun episode Dad liked, "The Impostor." So good. If you ever see that show on reruns, watch it. It's like a Twilight Zone set in the old west.

To kick off the festivities, Dave and I opened up a bottle of wine from my birth year. It was one of the few mementos I have from Elmer's. It's a Riesling, and all the better for its age. When we drank the first toast, Dave said he finally understood why people are so crazy about wine.

As I always do when I drink wine, I read poetry. Today is my perennial favorite, the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Here's a sample to whet your whistle:

XXX
What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?
And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!

XXXI
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate
rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate;
And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

XXXII
There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see:
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
There was--and then no more of Thee and Me.