It's time to pick a new pope. If you don't know how the process works check out the wikipedia's article on the procedure for picking a pope. I'm fascinated by how it has evolved over the centuries. In honor of the occasion I'll also mention a post on Killing the Buddha.
When my roommate put up a second poster in response -- different woman, same outfit; this time on the ceiling above his bed -- I complained that people could see his rollerblading ladies through the window.
"It just makes us look stupid," I told him, "like dumb frat guys."
"Well, people can see the pope, too,” he said. "How does that make us look?"
Point taken, but I didn’t care. In our 10 x 10 room, we lived by a kind of mutual aesthetic destruction.
The Last Papal Picture Show, Killing the Buddha
I love that phrase, "mutual aesthetic destruction". I suppose every relationship has some of this whether or not you live in a 10 x 10 dorm room. I love the idea of having an aesthetic of destruction.
