Bacchus Americanus is Here to Stay

I had a personality crisis. What can I say, I got it while it was hot. That's about all the words I know, but I know there's a part about frustration and being a prima ballerina in a spring afternoon. I figure it works pretty well in describing my frustration with choosing a name for the blog. But that's all over now. I'm not changing my name because I just don't care enough, and choosing an overly careful blog name can be a little pretentious and annoying, as my alternatives were. And I don't want to misrepresent myself. I think choosing the Latin god of wine and revelry pretty much sums up myself, and I really love this Titian painting in the Prado "The Bacchanal" it pretty much captures the joys and dangers of wine and youth. Uh-oh, I think I just slipped into pretentious mode. Deal with it, it's in Latin, it's pretty damn pretentious to begin with. Once again, I can't misrepresent. Then again, I think my pretentious radar is a little skewed going to Harvard. I realize that as pretentious as I am, I'm nothing compared to a lot of people there. Let's face it, sometimes I feel like the only person with a pair of sweatpants...that fit poorly. I used to think anyone who used the word pretentious was pretentious. I suppose I've given that up, but I rarely use pretentious when speaking. I prefer the term uppity.

This weekend I did not live up to the name. This weekend I'm totally free, so I'll probably do some more exploring in Madrid, maybe go to Lavapies, a cool little neighborhood south of the hellhole that is Sol. Well, it's not really a hellhole, it's just not my scene.