It’s Friday today unless I’m very much mistaken, and it’s the sort of Friday one might find in stories that involve a lot of melodrama: wet, slightly windy, a bit nippy.

It all reminds me to bring extra blankets to Camp Tammy this year. It might not be a week of the best weather we’ve ever seen, but then that’s never been a problem on a week of vacation away with a group of 140 or so friends. I’ll just take cards along and we can play “President” (a name I use euphemistically in place of its other and less savoury nomenclature) is things get boring. Not all 140 of us at the same time. Just the select few.

But without saying too much in public (and yall are going, oh like right, that’s ever stopped you before), CT could be — alright, will be — very interesting this year. The interpersonal dynamics and power plays; the people whose love will be tested with a week of hanging out with eachother; the people who decide not to spend the week together but instead to hang with their respective friends and hate themselves for it; the people whose love is taboo or disapproved of; the people who seem happy but aren’t really; the people who have never before know what was out there and are suddenly tempted by possiblities. These things.

Well, as for my and my house (okay, I don’t have a house but my and phat car and moneybags), we will not be playing the field. Bah, girls. They’re all the same. Sort of. Some days.

I’m reminded, for no particular reason, of the Derek Webb lyric from “Standing Up for Nothing”:

I can’t stop staring at myself.
It’s my face reflected in this empty plate,
and I can’t decide if it’s the devil
or if it’s just something I ate,

cause he’s been down there all morning;
he’s patiently waiting at my gate.
He’s throwing rocks at my window,
saying, “Hey won’t you come on out and play with me?”

And I know who you say you arem
but these crows can’t be made to stop.
You gotta lift me from this hardened tree.
I ain’t standing for nothing.

Lack of interest leads to
lack of knowlege leads to
lack of perspective leads to
lack of communication leads to
lack of understanding leads to
lack of concern leads to
this complacency denotes,
this approval denies
the truth.

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