I was just outside and I did not see speck one of volcanic ash. Nonetheless, UK airspace is closed. On the day this dispatch is dated, we will either be flying into JFK in NYC; or we won't. But it's hard to argue with God. Or even with a volcano.
In thematically related news, I'm glad to see that Insane Clown Posse is getting some serious sociological and artistic commentary, in Slate. Many years ago, I told Matt that I really loved ICP. And he said, "Only pierced, addled fourteen-year-old boys listen to Insane Clown Posse." To which I rejoindered, pithily I thought: "Pierced, addled fourteen-year-old boys . . . and me."
In the spirit of acts of God, here's the new ICP video, "Miracles." The Slate reviewer describes it this way: "Imagine Wordsworth gone rock-rap, dropping f-bombs aplenty in praise of the natural sublime." Uplifting really perhaps that much more so, coming as it does from the ole hatchet-swingers. Enjoy.
( And if you want some more vintage, classic ICP mine and many other's first exposure to them I'm going to wuss out short of embedding it, but here ya go. Viewer discretion, totally and utterly needless to point out, advised. )