patriots luz, corcoran

it was a great day for the little people, for the underdogs, for the 1000 to 1 shots. the patriots are, an arrogant, cocky collection of a team whose time is up. too many times this season they tried to destroy their opponents, running up the score, going for it on 4th down when the game was already over. yesterday was that rare moment when justice was served. granted, it was on a rather meaningless stage, but it is still a good feeling when you see the right thing happen.

off the mark: a guy who does my gig quit last week. he had enough of the shit. he even wrote a formal resignation letter. the next day, i went to wish him well, and he told me he wants to stay on the job! off the mark got set to go, and then didn't. or did he? will the school have him back? i'll find out soon enough. when you think of this, it's rather interesting. off the mark knows the awful feeling that comes from being a working stiff, but then, when he quit, he realized the equally awful feeling of being unemployed in a culture that worships money. off the mark is a sorry case that you can't help but laugh at. he once told me he felt like a parasite. don't we all? unfortunately, he comes out of the jewish, "i've got to have a career, i need to do something with my life" bag. other than waiting for the bombs to fall, there is nothing to do. the job we do, while by no means compelling, allows us to get out at 2:30 each day. there is still sunlight, time for walks and other things. we are not building bombs. yes, there is a tragic element to the modern workplace, and by no means do i mean to belittle the alienation that is the essence of our being. but, there is humor here too.

what is it that everyone is striving for? when you get down to it, they want to make money, but the more decent among us don't just want to come out and say that. so, they blab about finding themselves, plot a return to college for yet another degree, talk of travel.

our lives are both more tragic and more comedic than we know.

today in beantown, the people are stunned. their perfect football team has a human stain. they lost the exit game. portnoy, and many others, have complaints over the outcome, but that won't change the score.

sometimes you are reminded why you give up days and days of your life to watch sports. rarely, but sometimes. last night was one of those times.

back to the boring banalities of the everyday. of course, nothing has changed. the hungry are with us still, as are the wars.

but, even if only for a moment,

i had a good feeling.