Discussions about things we experience in a mainly subjective fashion - art, philosophy, politics, religion and so forth - tend not to be that productive, and yet, human perversity being what it is, those are exactly the sort of discussions many of us find most interesting. It's not something I'm proud to admit, but, when I was younger and still drank quite a bit, I would sometimes find myself striking up conversations with persons I wasn't that taken with, just on the off chance their religious or political beliefs or taste in music might afford me a chance to be a dick for the half hour or so it would generally take 'til they'd decide to leave or kick my ass. These days I no longer drink like that, and while I like to believe I've become a mellower, more reasonable man than I once was, there's no point in denying that I do on occasion backslide into the less accomodating, slightly more confrontational modes of discourse favored by my youthful self. A year or so ago a friend of mine, a very nice person who's opinion I value highly, told me my new FB cover photo was, I can't remember her exact words but they were something along the lines of, "Nice, but just a little out of focus." All she had done was make a polite and accurate but entirely beside the point observation about a photograph I didn't necessarily even like very much, but for some reason that beside-the-pointness instantly snapped me in to this dark, excessively mordant place where I was saying things like, "Out of focus? OMG, thank goodness you caught that for me!" and "I been photomigraffin for 30-some years now and I startin to unnerstan how to frame up a pitcher real purty-like n all, but they ain't learnin me none o' thet Phoca, um... focka,?, er, FOH-cKuss ` (sp?) whatsit 'til next week... "
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