Derrida with cat. Break it down for me man.
King with cat. Nothing so terrifying as this.
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After clearing out some of my bookmarks of things I’ve discovered on the internet, I’ve moved this destination (described in the link below) up a few spots on the list of places I will soon visit. It looks beautiful, and the story is quite fascinating.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winchester_Mystery_House
I suppose I’m continuing my own tradition of analyzing my feelings about the holiday season by writing this. For whatever reason, the end of each year brings many thoughts to the forefront of my mind, and since the good lord has blessed me with mediocre typing speed and intermediate accuracy, and just the right amount of nearsightedness I have few other options but to utilize this keyboard and write about it.
Each year my feelings change subtly [I need to have a talk with the motherfucker who decided that was a good organization of letters], but my overall stance remains: I am not a fan of Christmas.
It has too many pitfalls. Too many strings attached. And to me it feels like an afterthought. It feels like it’s become a way for us to repent for not thinking of others the other 300 and some odd days and that we can make up for it before the year is over. It is an excuse to buy things, and an excuse to see people that we should or should not be spending time with throughout the year. It seems to come with more negative connotations than positive ones. Things like guilt and financial woes are elevated to obscene levels, and from my perspective, the whole thing does little to unite us in celebration, yet does more to divide us in frustration. But the wheels will continue to turn…
Fortunately, for all of us, my sights this year are set a bit higher than the easily observable nonsensical bullshit that’s camouflaging everything. Like the title has implied, this whole mess is more about values and a deeper meaning (one that is not necessarily religious), rather than something written by the millions of other people who don’t think before they press those little buttons with letters upon them and hit ‘send’.
My concern lies within the tenets and virtues that are ascribed to those who follow the man who just had his birfday t’day. Happy Birfday Jesus. The main one I’m thinking about is forgiveness. That’s a big one in my life that this time of year has been suggesting. Something like what others might call “hatchet burying”. Or “picking your battles”. Or allowing people who truly mean something to you some sort of leeway when they falter and make mistakes. And also forgiving yourself when you do the same. And forgiving the teachers I had who took points away from me for starting sentences with conjunctions. But really, the intent of the holiday season to promote things such as generosity and compassion and forgiveness is something I can get behind. These are the things that this time of year is about, but the rest of the year should also be about that shit too.
Maybe I did get some pretty good presents this Christmas.
I got a new better understanding of how I should interact with people, and a fresh pair of hella virtuous thought processes.
Beats the shit out your stupid new iPad.
Yo I ain’t much for musicals, but I am about Debbie Reynolds, straight up. I be like all up in them tap shoes and shit. Truth.
I agree with Scorsese that Wes Anderson is a true auteur; more so than anyone else of the past 20 years.
Recently I’ve been feeling very uninspired to write anything, or to share any of my thoughts about the world with you my dear reader. Some of the negative things that come as a part of the human experience have been slowly dragging me down. Some of these have been health related, some environmental, others from who knows where, but all have impeded my process of creation. I have amassed a collection of half completed pieces and scraps of intellectualism that for one reason or another have not yet seen the light of day.
But fear not, for I am on the right path. Someday I’ll get it together and get it undone just like Nina Simone once tweeted. So keep an eye out for new shit on the horizon coming soon to an electrical device near you.
Warmest Regards, Motherfucker,
-Eric
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