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I Saw Religulous the Other Day.

In Aldous, Foolishness, Threnody on 3 March 2009 with 3 comments

So the Hell What.
I should’ve seen it coming, but I didn’t. Bill Mahr is a stand-up comic. I’m not one to buy wholesale into categorization as a reflection of essence, so I don’t think that means much. I gather, though, it does to Bill Mahr. It’s the likeliest explanation for 101 [...]

I Learned Some Stuff from My Pain.

In Aldous on 27 February 2009 with 2 comments

It’s been a week now. Except for the few hours of sleep I lace together each night, I’ve been in moderate or severe-moderate pain. I have learned, in these few days, a few things, or taken them more deeply for the experience.

I am a wimp. I have hobbled around, groaned, and generally [...]

Sorrow Has a Home

In Aldous on 13 February 2009 with no comments

And It’s Not in My Coffee
You abuse sorrow as your social lubricant. You are not sorry, nor even apologetic, for simple misstatement nor for taking the last coffee in the pot. Respect me enough to trust I won’t wilt in the glare of your inadvertent offense, that I might manage another few minutes [...]

A Note on Humility

In Aldous on 12 February 2009 with no comments

And Self-deprecation
Don’t bother mimicking humility through self-deprecation. I’ve done this, someone reading this has done this, and we understand why it doesn’t work: self-deprecation is a valuation independent of the quality of your work, “work” here meaning whatever your significant output might be.
Valuation depends on assessment of quality, intrinsic to work. Self-deprecation only [...]

Just Give It Time

In Aldous, Foolishness on 14 January 2009 with 1 comment

Not poignant, and barely unbland enough to publish, but—seriously, folks—you could do to let winter have you for a while before you’re rushing shorts and sunscreen onto ad space and shelves. If I don’t experience at least one apocalyptic snowfall this season, I’m going to hold it against all you impatient, well-toned, beautiful people [...]

This Is Just A Test

In Aldous, Muse on 31 October 2008 with 1 comment

This interminable restlessness, this subjugation of will to a game of chicken, extends into abject failure. The game no longer achieves honor, no longer demonstrates an untemperable spirit. Rather, the player plays its role conspicuously as a masked coward, so obviously pained to bear out a strength it can’t muster, though the audience [...]

Amen

In Aldous, Muse on 15 October 2008 tagged export with no comments

I’m rather depressed these days. It’s been years since anything I’ve done has turned out successfully — with a few rare exceptions — and I’m falling into the thing which afflicted you a couple of years ago — a failure of the will, shall we say. My ambitions seem far beyond my talents, and light-years [...]