A New Theory of Everything

Hoo, boy.

So, there's some familial, uh, entertainment going on -- the husband (though hopefully for not much longer) of a family member has finally revealed some less than admirable qualities . . . involving cocaine, crack (probably), bad checks, thievery of credit card numbers, and, worst of all, some heavy-duty spousal abuse. There had been some suspicions that he was a bad seed, but nothing as impressive as this. The stories that I have heard reach such levels of absurdity that it's difficult to imagine someone actually being this way.

The good news (?) is that now this is a known thing, and he is being monitored and kept at "arm's length."

Add to this that I've discovered that Scott (Bakula, the star of SHENANDOAH), Jeff (the director), and Evan (one of the performers) all love the TV show "Project Runway" (on Bravo). Jenny loves it, too. I can't stand it.

Meanwhile, I've been reading "The Elegant Universe" by Brian Greene. A good book, though not a fast read. First, he explains the theory of relativity and what it implies. That is difficult, though not impossible, to wrap one's head around. Now I'm reading about quantum mechanics. Woof. Fortunately, Greene starts off by saying that you shouldn't be worried if you don't "get" QM, because even those who specialize in it don't really get it. Here's a good description of QM: imagine if the master designer of all things subatomic was Pablo Picasso. With Salvador Dali covering PP's days off. (Favorite sentence from TEU: "This is wierd.")

So today I have come up with my own theory: The universe is a piece of jazz music, being played by an infinitely large band with all the instruments that mankind has and has not imagined, and the band leader is Miles Davis.

That's right. God isn't the big, white, old, bearded guy on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. He's a little guy with a raspy voice, dark skin, really amazing eyes and a trumpet.

If you really consider my theory for a moment, you should see that it makes a lot of sense. As much as anything.