Today we have a Lisa Carver
personal essay. If you’ve never read Lisa Carver this
is a great place to start but beware: after reading it you may want to read
everything else she’s written for us and boy, is that a lot! More Lisa links this afternoon.
"He recounted crouching in wait at dawn for a deer, shooting
it, stringing it up between two trees, gutting it. I felt like Mata Hari. Here
was a hunter, a polluter, the last of the pure heterosexuals. He would be the
first, in revolution, to be overthrown. He was as eager a student of me as I
was of him. I introduced him to dadaism, hypnosis, black-and-white movies,
humane farming, and the fact — yes, fact! — that, when you really, really think
about it, you do not ever have to do what you're supposed to. Ever. I took him
out on a rowboat, to the beach after dark, to a five-dollar palm reader. I
taught him everything that's useless for societal advancement or financial
security, or security of any kind. He taught me about status, the significance
of seating order, the debtor mentality, messages in watches. He owns eight."
