A reader of this blog just told me about In the Land of the Long Fingernails. I just ordered on the basis of the title alone and will read it in good time.
Today my friend interviewed me for a documentary she's making where she interviews people about their religious beliefs or lack thereof. I decided that for an agnostic, all days can be divided into two categories: Crimes and Misdemeanors days and Hannah and Her Sisters days. The former are the days when you think, "If there is no God, then there is no ultimate justice, and it is in fact possible to get away with murder." The later are the days when you perceive the world through the lens of "If there is no God, then your time is really quite precious, so you better enjoy every moment of this consciousness thing."
There's something so conceptually unpleasant and dread-inducing about water that won't go down a drain. It's like that part at the beginning of Sex, Lies, and Videotape where Andie MacDowell talks to her therapist about the garbage barge that's stranded off the coast and can't dock, and how it keeps her awake at night.