Scenes From a Broken Hand: Home of the Brave

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Home of the Brave

See, now I feel all guilty for inflicting that hideous rendition of "O Holy Night" on you. So here, have yourselves a fantastic little version of our national anthem, courtesy of an old friend I recently re-connected with through the magic of Facebook, Michelle Malone:

Michelle Malone sings the National Anthem

2 comments:

Heather said...: I see your Michelle Malone (which was fabulous) and raise you four).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azqp5Qxxvnc; December 24, 2008 at 1:03 PM
Anonymous said...: Great video. I live 8 blocks from the stadium. Sometimes the fly overs take us by surprise and scare the crap out of us at the dinner table.; January 3, 2009 at 6:15 PM

Scenes from a Broken Hand

CHESTER:
This monk I knew in Thailand... amazing man. He was always talking about these veils that stand between us and reality—and how you had to push them back to win the Hide and Seek.

JIM:
Hide and Seek?

MORDECAI:
It's a game, Pogo—the one I'm playing with myself—my real self, deep down.

CHESTER:
No, no. God, or the world, or whatever is out there, is playing it--with all of us. See, God is like this tremendous hand, and we, all of us, everything, are like the fingers. What God does is, he splits himself up into all these different parts, all these fingers: plants, fish, people, rocks—and then—this is the amazing part— he forgets! He forgets what he's done. He plays a game with himself, see? Hide and Seek! That's what the veils are for—so he can forget—so we can forget where it all came from. We see the fingers, but we never see the hand.

from Scenes From a Broken Hand,
a play by Andrew Ordover