Valentine's Day

Is tomorrow, apparently.  I think I've finally managed to completely disconnect with the popular culture, because I didn't even realize this until Sunday night, despite the neverending torrent of ads reminding you to OMIGOD SPEND MONEY ON YOUR LOVER OTHERWISE THERE'S NO PROOF YOU LOVE THEM.  I only realized it after Rebecca mentioned that she was going to be making matzo ball soup for she and Shane on Tuesday night, and would I like some?  I said sure, and she said they'd try to hold down the mushiness.  I blinked, and took a full 5 seconds to figure out why they would be uncommonly mushy.  Also why she'd be uncharacteristically over on a Tuesday evening.

It's not that I have anything in particular against the holiday -- the above minirant about over-commercialization excepted; at least it's not a totally arbitrary holiday like Sweetest Day -- it's just that I don't care.  Some of this is a lack of conditioning, I think, since to the best of my knowledge I've only once ever been involved with someone on Valentine's Day, so I've never really had to deal with the onslaught of obligatory romance.  The one time I was involved on the fateful day, Kate and I ended up breaking up on it.  Over ICQ.  Amicably (pretty much).  Yay highschool.  Really, when you think about it, that says something.  Not sure what, but it's talking.

I wonder how I'd act on Valentine's Day if I were with someone?  I might go crazy-overboard, or I might be really low-key.  Hard to say, hard to say.

Sorry, this musing hasn't even coalesced to discursion, much less coherence.

Poem: "Regard now the Revenant"

Benedicte: Tamen en ecclesia tua non credo.

( Regard now the Revenant )