Today is my eighth wedding anniversary. (Hi, honey.)
Today is also the official U.S. release of Stewart Copeland’s Strange Things Happen: A Life with The Police, Polo, and Pygmies. (Hi, Mr. Copeland.)
Which means that today is also the official U.S. in-print debut of the Green Flag. (Hi, Flag.)
I’ve known this day would come for months. I’ve had evidence in hand for weeks. But now that I actually sit down to post this post, it feels strange.
Appropriately, Copeland’s chapter involving the flag is strange. Reactions to it are mixed. My own reactions to it are mixed. Judging from the chapter, the evidence, and the liminal space between, I’d venture to guess that Copeland’s reactions are mixed. As strange phenomena go, this one’s hard to separate into green and white. I can get on-board with almost all of his take.
Almost.
But today, in a sense, the flag goes live. Unlike its inadvertent appearance in Rolling Stone, the flag is now officially, on purpose, a part of print history. It has already popped up in the book’s first Amazon review. (Haha.)
This thing that my husband and I slapped together at our kitchen table and that all these people flew around the world has now landed in this guy’s memoir.
No matter how you write it, no matter how long you get used to it, it’s still all very strange.
Photo: Laurie Pizza
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I have all sorts of associations with the year-and-a-half of that damn flag. Not all are positive, either.
But at almost the end of the day, it’s a pretty neat testament to a mighty odd collaboration. I’m glad so many people latched onto it and helped make it what it became.
1. Love.
2. Isn’t that me on the Jumbotron? :)
Schmaff, I think it’s all of us.
Indeed.