My Birthday Twins

Sitting on the floor of my bedroom leafing through my CD collection, I started reading Tori Amos’ bio. Lo and behold, we shared a birthday! I was as tickled as an adolescent could get before the internet, and before a boyfriend nearly two decades later called my first musical crush “Torn Anus.” Even insulted, she’s an easier twin to publicize than “Stormin'” H. Norman Schwartzkopf, Jr. You know, “The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war,” and such. I agree with the necessity of sweating in peace, working your mind and/or body to the point of growth and efficiency. It is much easier to manage that process in times of peace, but I fear we won’t have the luxury much longer. Society is starting to fold in on itself like a mobius strip, and anxiety and friction are fueling mini-civil wars all over the country. What happens when they coalesce? We’re going to need generals, fighting for civil justice and a child’s right to safety. Or singing about a cornflake commercial. Whichever.

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