tragedy
I was out covering an apartment fire the other day, and my eye glasses started to feel kinda loose. They next thing I knew...they slid off my face onto the pavement. I quickly scooped them up and went back to work. Later on, I realized they were going to need some repair - and in performing field-triage, I broke them completely.
This is not good. My trademark-like glasses, destroyed. The source of my cosmic power, drained. Little did I realize that when I went on a two alarm fire (which ended 90 minutes earlier) that I would be in the fight of my life. A battle would be fought, and there would be a casualty.
Only in retrospect (and through drinking) I've realized that situation was similar to the HUGE mainstream comic book story arcs this year. Marvel had "Avengers: Disassembled" and DC had "Identity Crisis"; both featured covers depicting the superheroes iconic gear, cast aside in reflection and sadness at the epic losses they all suffered.
Much like me and my eye wear.
[Okay, maybe that's a stretch. I think I can get them fixed.]
This is not good. My trademark-like glasses, destroyed. The source of my cosmic power, drained. Little did I realize that when I went on a two alarm fire (which ended 90 minutes earlier) that I would be in the fight of my life. A battle would be fought, and there would be a casualty.
Only in retrospect (and through drinking) I've realized that situation was similar to the HUGE mainstream comic book story arcs this year. Marvel had "Avengers: Disassembled" and DC had "Identity Crisis"; both featured covers depicting the superheroes iconic gear, cast aside in reflection and sadness at the epic losses they all suffered.
Much like me and my eye wear.
[Okay, maybe that's a stretch. I think I can get them fixed.]
4 Comments:
Truly, 'tis akin to a horror movie for those of us whom see blurry and buy black framed glasses. There should have been a dramatic moment when they broke, of a forlorn JL looking to the sky with the cliche "Why god... WHY? Take me instead!"
That's how serious that is. Serious.
Thursday, March 10 is the new September 11.
I had a dream the other night that my glasses broke. I think it's a recurring thing actually, ever since I stupidly broke my glasses while attempting to snowboard for the first time (I shouldn't have been wearing my beloved vintage frames in such a situation). But it lead to the remarkable situation of buying the exact same frames again from the same shop in Portland that I'd bought the first pair from some 4 years earlier.
Put some white tape on them and go as a supergeek
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