"When an old and distinguished person speaks to you, listen to him carefully and with respect – but do not believe him. Never put your trust in anything but your own intellect. Your elder, no matter whether he has gray hair or lost his hair, no matter whether he is a Nobel Laureate, may be wrong... So you must always be skeptical – always think for yourself." --Linus Pauling


Some preposterous ramblings.

This past Saturday I went to the Egyptian Theatre to watch some obscure westerns as part of their Westward Bound: The 1st Annual Westerns Festival. Even though I overslept, the Egyptian is a mere seven minute walk away so I made it on time.

On the bill were two double-features: Two Robert Mitchum movies consisting of Bandido (1956) and The Wonderful Country (1959); followed by two 'B' westerns directed by William Witney, Santa Fe Passage (1955) and Stranger At My Door (1956).

All four films were just okay, but Quentin Tarantino introduced the second pair and I shook hands and exchanged a few minor words with him. Go me.

I also watched The Patriot. This is the summer blockbuster of 2000 starring Mel Gibson that boiled the American Revolution down to a rather boring story of revenge. The six episode Ken Burns style documentary called Liberty!: The American Revolution is coming through Netflix in the next couple days, in order that sanity can be restored.

The American Revolution is becoming a minor obsession for me. Soon I'll be reading biographies of the founding fathers, histories, etc. For insight into the religious beliefs of the founders of our nation, you could do much worse than pick up Thomas Paine: The Collected Writings published by The Library Of America. There's a reason why this country has a separation of church and state, and Paine was huge influence on Jefferson, Franklin, Washington, and later Lincoln.

What else am I reading now? In addition to items mentioned recently; the new Stephenson of course, in addition to selected works of Shakespeare, Bernard Shaw's plays Pygmalion and Man And Superman; and Neil Gaiman's graphic novel in eight parts .1602, which recasts the superheroes of the Silver Age as Elizabethan era characters. It actually works much better than it sounds.

Looking over my blog, what shines most brightly is my utter lack of discipline and almost perfect inability to express what I mean. Bah. All it means is that I need to write more. Has there ever been a time in my life when I didn't need to write MORE? Accurate assessment of this mess indicates that I need to write about TEN TIMES MORE than I do now just to get a tenth of what I write at an acceptable level.

This by the way is why I will never have children. There is not enough room in my life for children AND the ideas I want to have AND the places I want to go AND the drugs I want to take AND the drinks I want to consume AND the women I want to... AND. AND. AND. Mine shall be a life devoted to romance.

The inside of my head is a jungle, a thick tangle of concepts and memories and ambitions. I need to beat through all of that with every stroke of the pen or keyboard to get to something that no one's ever seen, that I can't even guess at the nature of. What is it? Fuck if I know, but it's in there. I know it, and so does everyone else apparently. Even strangers, damn them.


Secret Mojo said...

There are always little bon bons of genius peeking
out at your blog. Let me take a moment to enjoy this one:

The inside of my head is a jungle, a thick tangle of
concepts and memories and ambitions.
Thank you for writing that.
You bastard.

Robert said...

As I look over your blog, what shines so bright is the fact that you can write. Not your lack of skills. You are strange in many ways...I say write about the experiences that made you think the way you do. A "Wonder Years" type thing. Its funny to me that you seem surprised that people enjoy reading your thoughts. I can't get enough.

D said...

I know exactly what you mean. The only real piece of potential friction between me and my fiance is that she wants to have kids someday, and right now I don't. There is precious little extra time in my life as it is. I feel as if having a child would mean that I would have to kiss all of my dreams (like writting books, traveling the world, becoming a seasoned man of adventure) goodbye. I have enough trouble finding time to write now with just a puppy...

Anonymous said...

Why would you want to have children? You all are obviously still in that state.

Baked_Alaska said...

I completely applaud your decision to have yourself fixed, it is a manly thing to do (and I'm not being sarcastic).

The vast amount of the un-thinkers who are and may never be ready for children are more than happy to screw away and then if the woman gets pregnant (no method is 100%), hand her $300 bucks for an abortion, and hey if she is fucked in the head for years after it's not their problem!

I salute you for taking responsibility. More men should step up to the plate and there would be fewer people in agony like those here: