My Cup Runneth Out?

Further up South Park St., at night.
I did take some time to continue watching CTV's Sopranos love-in which is going on almost every night for the next couple of weeks as well as do up the latest installment of the Latenight Ladies tonight. I feel a bit guilty about satirizing Tommy Douglas, especially after he was deservedly voted the Greatest Canadian on the CBC special that aired a while back. Still, I want to be nonpartisan and I don't think I could stomach Ed Broadbent in a thong.
Mostly however, I sat down tonight to read Michael Bradley's "Swords at Sunset" some more. Bradley recently made news, not for Templar-related matters but for running over a Wendigo in Maine. Well, the DNA tests aren't in yet, but that's what is being postulated presently.
I'll be finished of his book soon and am still enjoying it. The bits near the beginning about the new research partner's feminine assets is a bit off track (maybe he was trying to add sex appeal?) I'm also quickly seeing why he had trouble getting the book published for very controversial views. I'll save the full review for when I finish the book.
On the plus side, it's encouraging me to get back into my own little investigations. I've not been so keen lately to hunt out historical consiracies and heterodox histories. The whole Da Vinci Code fuss has made everyone a "grail expert" while I've considered the question of what the final outcome would all mean in this day and age. So what if Jesus had descendants? Would they run for the Democrats in the States or the Liberal leadership up here? What's the real world impact of someone who can claim a two-thousand year old family tree. There needs to be something bigger behind the whole mystery or else I would be about to lose interest. Nonetheless, the simple possibility of pre-Columbian European sites that could yet be discovered incites my passion. The possibility of illuminating more about religions and beliefs that predate the known history of the world is tantalizing too.
Maybe I'm just chasin' a high, but the grail itself doesn't do it for me anymore. Ark of the Covenant, anyone?
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