As a lapsed Catholic and devout agnostic, I have a deep-seated aversion to anything resembling ritual. If I notice a pattern emerging, I try to curb it before it becomes routine. Now the eating, sleeping, breathing thing is inescapable and there are always favorite restaurants to return to. But the continuity of community, the need to belong, doesn't go much further than a few desired friends. I've never hung out at a tailgate party or attended an arena rock show, for that matter. Sitting quietly in the corner of an intimate club watching a band develop its chemistry is fine by me. Meeting people one on one beats the illusory brotherhood of flicking the Bic... More >>>