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sanctimonious sentiments as raw materials
Monday, August 15 2005
setting: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York
I was still recovering from my Virginia/Philadelphia vacation today. My biggest accomplishment was unpacking the car, though much of what I'd brought home was now either leaned up against the front of the house or piled up on the dining room table, the latter a move seemingly calculated to produced marital stress. But Gretchen was cool about it [at least for the first week].
While I'd been gone, Gretchen had entertained guests from the City and attended two different performances of the Avett Brothers, for whom she is now their most ardent (if still Platonic) groupie. (In appreciation, they always extend her VIP treatment.) Mr. Tillson had gone with Gretchen to the second of their performances, which was down in Manhattan. He came back reporting that the Avetts had given such a great performance that "all the ladies in the house were in heat."
Over the past week Gretchen had also harvested a few additional "Support the Troops" and "God Bless America" magnetic ribbons from various hapless vehicles. It used to be that if you believed in something, you stuck your sentiments to your car with a semi-permanent adhesive. Now, though, people's vehemence for their causes is no stronger than the tepid force of a magnet. This makes it easy for culture jammers like me who use vapid, sanctimonious sentiments as raw materials for their art. The results ended up on the back of my pickup truck as follows:
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