Oh hai.
Greatest. Website. Ever.
Other than that, I was wicked sick this past week. Might have been strep, may be infect tonsils, might have been something else. Need to navigate labyrinthine health plan on Monday and go to the doctor this week. Not that they can do anything now that I'm feeling better, but hopefully they can tell me something cheery, like I need to have my tonsils out or I just fought off strep or aliens finally got to watch the end of Pootie Tang.
I'm off to Denver next Sunday for the whole month of May, but luckily you'll have one big, festive chance to remind me just how little you'll miss me next Saturday. That's right folks, Saturday is
Cinco de Mustache! Tentative plan is to start mid-afternoon at my house, barbecuing and celebrating all things mustache, and go till whenevz. Show up when you can, let me know if you need my address or whatevz. And put forth that extra effort this week into growing your beautiful lip mane!
If there is one author who has shaped my outlook on the world, it's
Kurt Vonnegut. No other author has been able to captivate me for longer, or stir my passion, or make me use my imagination as much, or open my eyes to the evils of the world, or turn me on to the finer things in life more than Vonnegut. For five years now I've read as much Vonnegut as I could get my hands on - something like 15 of his books, maybe more, many of them more than once. He has given us a way of thinking about time that is totally counter to popular notions - "All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber."
He gave us midgets and robots and psychopaths and gay hotel lounge singers named Bunny and crazy bag ladies who are actually billionaires and - lest we forget - Eliot Rosewater and Kilgore Trout. I never got bored reading anything by him, whether it was another bizarre novel or one of his sermons about how he had no antagonists because the world was mean enough. He believed in treating everyone equally, that every human being has inherent worth and should have equal opportunity to play a part in this frivolous stage production of existence.
But I won't be sad - it was my first reaction, but it won't be my last. The man lived 84 years, about 20 more than anyone, including (especially!) himself, thought he should. No, it wouldn't be in keeping with the spirit of his life and work. I will think of him whenever I have trouble traveling - "Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God" - or when I wonder if I should be enjoying life - "Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is' " - or when I think of an appropriate epitaph - "Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."
I will think of him only in Tralfamadorian terms, which is how I think he would want it. “When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is ‘So it goes’.”
BF Skinner shoulda never reached for that 3rd 40 the day before his photo shoot.
Steve got a MySpace! Now she can pretend to be friendly to you online as well as in person.
