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Thursday Feb 10, 2005

A short reprieve from my strange tales for today. And why not use it to discuss this year's television phenomenon, Desperate Housewives?

Watching it for the first time on Tuesday night I found myself strangely uncomfortable. No it was not physical discomfort from the arousal caused by the sight of Eva Longoria, but rather it was the familiarity of it all. This beautiful little suburban town where everything looks perfect on the outside but is often all torn up on the inside, is exactly like where I grew up.

I didn't quite put my finger on this realization until one of the characters cracked open a Chicago Tribune. It was in that moment that I could clearly see that many of these fictional story lines paralleled memories from my life and from the lives around me in good old Deerfield, Illinois.

I've always held a belief that when you don't have problems you make problems for yourself. Some of the most dysfunctional people in the world are the ones who have everything they ever wanted. When all you're left with is, "Now what?" problems ensue.

If you find that you do have everything, give something up for lent like my friend Pat
recommends. Perhaps he'll give up C.C.R. since they are highly overrated and have brought less to music than acts like The Spice Girls or the band formerly known as Green Jello did.

So here's to having less than everything and living a happy, functional, and non-desperate life.

The third and concluding chapter of J & T is next up.