The other night, I dreamnt (dreamed? had a dream? Grammar police: please help) that I was a backseat passenger in a tiny European car (somewhat like the original Mini) with an old friend of mine, Dani. She and her mom were sitting in the front and I was crushed sideways across the back 'seat', holding on for dear life as we zipped around a labryinth of tiny streets. At one point we navigated a turn that took a wrong way, where we had to back up almost off a ledge, and ended up getting out in the middle of some sort of orphans' school where children of all ages were running wild. The scenery and architecture were a mix of pictures and film I've seen of Santorini, Greece, the scenery from Nacho Libre and the controversial new film by Deepa Mehta about Indian widow communites, Water. (Rent it/put it on your NetFlix queue now, please)
Clearly, one should not drink martinis without the proper precautionary measures. Out of nowhere in my dream, I began laughing hysterically....why? Because I had an Idea for a new addition to McSweeneys Lists: Lesser-Known Classical Greek Figures:
- Helen of Sparta - the face that launched a thousand pans of baklava
- Comet - Ajax's lesser-known friend.
- Jeff the Argonaut. Jason's first mate.