a new day...

Waking up late is never fun, but it is even less fun when it is trash day. Usually i take the three rolling trash containers out to the street on sunday night. Last night however our street was like a parking lot due to all the visitors at our house and there was no way to put them out. Thus i rolled them into the driveway and left them there for morning. While this isn't a big deal most days... this morning i woke up late. Jumping out of the shower (great mental picture) i heard the roar of the trash truck coming down our block. So i threw on clothes grabbed my school bag, and ran to finish taking the trash out. Now for each container there is a separate truck (one for trash, one for recyclables, one for yard trimmings),so it is a guessing game as to which truck is now 50 feet from my house. so i grab the regular trash and run it to the street where i tip the 5 foot container and half the trash spills out and dumps old , warm KFC coleslaw all over me. Now for those of you who know me know the trauma of this event. Runny mayonnaise covered my hands and arms as the trash hit the street. At this point i see that i actually grabbed the wrong trash container and this garbage man was the yard clipping man who was laughing at my whole stressing mayonnaise covered event. So i run as fast as possible to grab the yard clippings just in time for the nice garbage man to slowly creep up from the neighbors home to ours and pick up my yard clippings. Thus after washing my hands and arms and any possible space that the contaminated mayonnaise might have touched i jump in my car to head to Claremont to discuss Mircea Eliade's text sacred and profane. All the while, i can only think about what is truly profane: Mayonnaise. Sacred is anything outside the jar. All of earth and cosmos is sacred, yet inside that jar lies the true embodyment of all that is chaos. The giggly mass of white disgusting-ness is profane.