Back to life, Back to reality

When you read my post title, did you sing that song? Man that was a good song. The video, however, is a blast from a scary key-tar, dreadlock pony tail, past reality.

So yesterday was my first day back to my reality of working from 8-5, then school from 5:30-9:45. Luckily, we got out a little bit early.

In my True Stories class, we discussed the apparent oxymoron of the phrase "True Stories." The word "true" suggests honesty, while the word "story" suggests fiction/untruth. We turned to Salman Rushdie's description of "magical realism", again another oxymoron.

He reflects on a question of a magic carpet. Obviously, a magic carpet isn't real but, once you reflect on how a person would interact with the magic carpet (how would it feel, would the carpet be sturdy enough to hold your weight, "would it ungulate in the wind", how far could you go, where would you go, how fast would be too fast, would it be cold) it transcends the superficial appearance of magic and enters into the human condition which is real.

The magical is a vehicle to get into realism.

So why then do we need something magical to usher us (or to fly us) into our own reality? What does untruth offer us that we can't access from the truth?

Interesting.....What do you think?