Last night, the son posited that you can tell alot about a person by the way s/he writes.
(I love 14-year-olds. They invented the world, you know.)
And, according to the son, you can tell from my blog that I am a cynic!
(I don't know, actually. Can you?)
The son languishes in a DMZ, loving how very cool his mother is (cooks food from every conceivable culture, including some that haven't been invented yet; plays Halo!) and despising how very cool his mother is (see above). So, of course, nothing is better (or worse) than having a cynic for a mother.
(I certainly can be cynical. But I don't think I make a daily practice of cynicism. It would sort of be like eating M&Ms every day.)
I just finished reading Lori Lansens' The Girls, which in addition to being a novel about conjoined twins, is an interesting meditation on reading, writing and autobiography. There is a lovely flow to the writing that I really enjoyed, and for the most part, the story worked--it would have been, I think, a difficult one to write. I never want to say too much about the books I read because part of the fun of recommending a book is allowing others to experience it on their own terms. So often I'll hand one of the kids a book, and they ask, "Well, what's it about? What happens?" or once they start reading, "What happens next?"
And I'll never tell them, because therein lies the joy in discovery.
Nothing cynical about that.
Go listen to some good music: "Sonata for Flute and Harpsichord in B Minor, BWV 1030: III. Presto" from the album Bach: Flute Partita & Sonatas by Jean-Pierre Rampal and Trevor Pinnock. I saw JPR perform years ago, and he was such a pleasure. The Suite for Flute and Jazz Piano he did with Claude Bolling remains one of my favorite albums of all time.
And rumour? Yes. Heard the rumour. Lovely rumour. Still...rumour.