Went a little nuts with the entries yesterday. Damn, I suck.
And figure I can be as hard on myself as I want today, since my conscience Garrity is off visiting Hanne.
Mmmm. . . Hanne. Oh, to lose myself wandering along those cur--
*Ahem* Any road up, possibly your content for the day, unless I get sent home early instead of being let go at the end of the day/week:
You write in the introduction to Persepolis, "One can forgive but one should never forget." Was the process of writing and illustrating the book mainly about remembrance, or did you have to do some forgiving in order to be able to tell your story?At the beginning, when I left Iran, I was really full of hate, you know. I'm still very angry, but I don't hate anymore -- those are two different things. Every day of my life I am angry because I think that the world is going to be ruined by a few very cynical people. I have all these reasons to be very angry. Politics destroyed my life -- it took me far from my parents, from my country, from everything that I really loved. Of course I did [Persepolis] to forgive, because I don't believe that you can answer violence with violence, and hate with hate. It can go on forever -- the most intelligent one should stop first. You have to reconstruct. And of course you shouldn't forget, because that's the way not to make the same mistakes again, but you should forgive. Unfortunately, human beings forget so easily, but [we] have such problems with forgiveness, so this hate is going on forever and ever.
Summer Wood, interviewing Marjane Satrapi, in the Fall, 2003 issue of Bitch Magazine.
Which, as noted previously, you'll have to pop out to the store to buy. Hey, they can use the money. Can't we all?
Dude, I tell you, just let Job Security crawl out of your backpack & -presto- problem solved!
Plus, he's such a cute lil alligator, but malnourished. A good temp or 2's just the thing...
Ok, my mind is being sent back into the corner now.
Neo, make sure you don't step on the cat or the grue on your way to the corner.
Check.
I had a grand time hanging out with your conscience, toots. And me and my curves were on display last night at Johns Hopkins, where I once again took my shirt off for the Good Old Cause in front of a roomful of undergrads.
See what you miss when you don't come visit?
I'm not your conscience.
I'm the Labor Theory of Self-Value.
Also, I'm *always* watching. That little Jiminy Cricket bastard was asleep at the wheel half the time.
Persepolis is wonderful (I reviewed it on my blog sometime last month, I think); my only disappointment is that it's apparently only Part 1, and I was left hanging wondering what happened to Satrapi and her family!