an update

Sometimes when I read back on these posts I feel like such a ridiculous idealist. Blogs are things that can make you feel very self-conscious, I guess. How embarrassing.

What kind of dorky high schooler thinks about naming their kids after poets and opera heroines?

Until a few days ago I was in Houston, Texas again. On a particular day I went to a birthday party in which some very small cousins of mine(once removed) beat down some piñatas while wearing princess dresses. A few days later I went prom dress shopping with my sister -- this lasted over the course of the entire week. There were really few differences between the birthday dresses and my sister's choices (including size and non-relative length).

Also, Spanish piñata chants can sound very disturbing when sung by a chorus of people under the age of 10. The children do not sing in tune together. That dissonant top-of-a-bunch-of-small-lungs shout in conjunction with that hard thrashing noise made against some poor papier mache animal getting beaten to death just sounds violent. This all happened at the start of Holy Week.

Somehow I am willing to bet that William Faulkner reads really damn well in Spanish. El sonido y la furia.