Drink, Drank, Drunk: The Melting Pot is Sober

Hmm. Here's something that is now passé in the Big Apple--drinking to the point of obliteration. Who knew? Perhaps this trend will spill over into other communities, as an intoxicating way to live life and keep the party scene clean.

[Pun intended.]

William Shakespeare? Will S.? or Billy Shakes?

It is arguably uncommon for members of American Society (and probably others around the world) to contemplate the crazy chiasmus of the well-oiled-cyclical machine that is our culture on a somewhat daily basis, but there is a handful of us who do. The process of synthesis allows us to bring the old and new together, understanding that somehow, not only do we perpetuate going 'round and 'round, but that perhaps some of the products and byproducts of our society's elements (i.e., literature, history, media, and such) affect us to greater extents than we wish to cogently concur with one another. And of course, WE (via society) continue to affect said products and byproducts--rendering speculation, conjecture, supposition, premise, actuality, certainty, and at times, reality in as many ingenious and original means as humanly (?) possible.

This morning, I stumbled upon Shakespeare and his chiasmus, thanks to Marjorie Garber, and the NYT. A man and his writings undeniabley aged manage to demand paramount bearing in modern and contemporary times. And somehow, it works. Read it. Ponder it. Accept it.

Oh, and for those curious minds who are left wondering why my sudden peak in interest for a man I spent my college career loathing: well, a favorite author of mine constructed this book, and it has (re)ignited the flame that never was--to say the least.