Monday, November 21, 2011

Spectrum

Did you know John has a foot fetish?

Theresa takes it up her ass.

Albert loves the ineffable flavor of eating a woman out.

It seems foolish not to enjoy the taste.

But Alex and Phineas don't.

Robert actually prefers to get off on hand jobs,

and Katie prefers to get off with sheep.

Landon jerks off in his sock so many times a day his penis starts bleeding.

He likes the pain.

Ann has a hygienic aversion to giving head,

but Britany slurps down cock smoothies like freshly squeezed orange juice

(the really good kind, of course

none of that Simply Orange bullshit).

Penny seems prudish, but she's just making sure she really likes him.

In another month or so she'll stick her finger up his ass.

Nina squirts when she comes.

It's quite beautiful, the tangible shower of pleasure.

Did you know Kris likes to be held down?

Wes and Clara don't like to talk,

Tim is horrified by how vocal Michelle is,

and Hideki and Linda both scream when they fuck.

Terrible racket for the renters upstairs.

Doug likes to pull out and come all over his girlfriend's stomach.



You wouldn't know any of that, though.

But you know if someone's a sexual deviant.

the bar

I sit at the bar, drinking my cold fermented grain
slight inebriation taking hold as I survey the room
it's dark, but I don't need to see
I know all the people who are here
of course I don't know any of them
but I hate them.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Tom Sawyer - Rush

While doing some homework tonight, I've been listening to Rush, one of the more underrated classic rock bands in my opinion. I'd forgotten how brilliant their lyrics are. I've decided to dissect the lyrics of Tom Sawyer...


A modern day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride

>> The song is a story about a young man who rebels against societal norms.

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events
The river


>> The young rebel won't let his mind be consumed by any of society's ideas - he is creating his own meaning in life. Obviously, the second line states that this is not an arrogance, but simply a decision to carve out his own path in life. Events in his life are taken in stride, as he "rides them out" quietly. This suggests a sort of stoicism in his acceptance of life's path.

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift


>> "What you say about his company is what you say about society" may be one of the greatest lyrics ever written, in my opinion. The rebel is carrying an existential burden, creating meaning in the world. Existence precedes essence, so his actions determine the essence of humanity. What you say about his company (his actions) are what you say about society (the very nature of humanity).

The world is, the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide

>> The purpose of our existence in the world is to love and live life. The depth of the love and life experienced in the world are defined by how wide of a worldview man takes.

Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you

>> This stanza suggests the importance of human solidarity. The man gets through life by his interactions with you (and other people) and the circumstances he inhabits. Ultimately, the most important thing in life is to enjoy your company and environment.

No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent
But change is

>> Great lines - the man's mind will not be taken hostage by religion or politics. He cannot be fed any opiates or agendas. He is hopeful for humanity and the world, yet also sees the current evil that humans inflict on one another. This is the source of his overall discontentment. While no change is permanent, change is the only constant in our world.

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the witness, catch the wit
Catch the spirit, catch the spit

>> Same as before - man's actions define the essence of man.

The world is, the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide

>> The slight change in these lyrics also leads to a slightly nuanced interpretation. The world's love and life are as deep as the man's eyes are wide - man's perceptions of the world define reality.

Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day

>> As the man exits the world, his life's meaning is still defined by his interactions with other people. Still haven't decided exactly how I want to interpret the lines about energy transfer and friction of the day - something about the power of life/death maybe...


Anyway, here's a link to the song. Epic.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Strange

Wake up

Every day my life makes less sense than my childhood

Been working really hard so I can work hard


Stoplight turns red

I needed that to slow down life

I’d probably waste the time anyway

So for now I sit

There was a girl in my passenger’s seat, today there’s not


I can’t fathom how far away Jupiter is

No matter, I’ll never leave this rock anyway


I know what’s waiting for me tomorrow

Because it will all be the same

I’ll feel however I feel, since society told me to feel that way

Maybe I should live like Thoreau

Will my mom still do my laundry?

Why do I clean my laundry?

I should get fat and smelly

I’ll be shunned, of course

Or maybe I’ve shunned your ideas

I wish I had the gumption to really do it

Well, get smelly at least


Somehow I can’t let go of love

No matter how much I read


Love is the greatest thing, isn’t it?

Really fucks with you.

Until you find a girl you can fuck for life

Of course you’ll both die


And I imagine that will be the strangest day of all.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Absurdism

After reading The Stranger by Albert Camus recently, it helped me to cope with some of my emotional angst. I didn't reflect (through writing) on what I read and synthesize it with my own worldview, however, and I think it's about time to do that.

Camus pioneered the idea of absurdism, not to be confused with existentialism. Existentialism suggests we create meaning in our life. Absurdism suggests there is no meaning to life at all. The next logical leap is, if there is no meaning, then why don't we kill ourselves? Camus's argument appeals to me: death makes no more logical sense than life. Therefore, we should live life, though it is absurd. (Absurdity is pithily defined by Camus as: "confrontation between human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.")

What is the purpose of living then? The Stranger seems to suggest a hedonistic, impulsive way of living. Happiness and "the moment" drive the actions of Meursault. He is also insensitive to "tragic" events, such as the death of his mother. So, by this calculation, Camus suggests that hedonism and stoicism are the best responses to an absurd life.

Stoicism has always appealed to me in concept, but I fail to practice it. The idea that you have little control over life suggests that you should only worry about what you can control. However, you cannot deny the deeply visceral. To a degree, stoicism and hedonism seem at odds to me: how can you feel happiness deeply when you deny yourself the depth of other emotions? Of course, humans are capable of feeling happy with something they have and then feeling no remorse when it is lost. But to feel the true depths of happiness with something, you develop a sense of attachment that makes stoicism almost impossible.

Upon reflection, it seems that what Camus suggests is not stoicism at all, but equivalence. When you lose something, you do not need to react stoically, because nothing has changed. Everything is equal to everything else. Whether you have a girlfriend or not...your life has not fundamentally changed. This is perfectly illustrated in two quotes from the book: when Meursault reflects that "really, nothing had changed." This is after his mother died. Most people would be grief stricken by this event, but Meursault feels ambivalent. Indeed, his mother's presence has little effect on his life. Whatever effect it might have had is easily filled with something else. Another good quote comes after Meursault's girlfriend has suggested they should get married. When he responds coolly, she suggests that marriage is important. He responds simply: "No." To get married or not to get married is equivalent.

So, though it seems Camus is suggesting hedonism and stoicism, he in fact is not a proponent for either of these worldviews. Equivalence in absurdity is not the practice of maximizing pleasure or accepting the uncontrollable. Equivalence as a response to absurdity is merely that life will continue on exactly the same regardless of what happens. We wake up, work, eat, go to sleep. Choices and events have no real impact on this absurd cycle.

Does this fit into my worldview? I think I'm too much of an emotional person for this to be the way I act all the time. However, it's something I can look to as an ideal. I believe in the basic tenets of absurdism - this life has no meaning, and our existence is literally absurd and repetitive. I think equivalence covers the same basic problem (with a different approach) as stoicism: if something outside of your control happens, it doesn't affect you. Equivalence also isn't hedonism, because that would suggest that different choices bring different levels of happiness. This makes sense as well: ultimately we have control over our own happiness. Certain choices won't bring us more happiness than others. Find happiness everywhere to combat absurdity.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Meal No. 1: Zours

Today marks the first day of my illustrious meal blog, which mirrors the Roediger House blog. I decided today to make some Zours, which are quite an exquisite meal.



Zours come in several flavors, and I carefully prepared Sour Green Apple, Sour Blue Raspberry, Sour Watermelon, Sour Lemon, and Sour Cherry. They pleased everyone who decided to partake, but I was a little unhappy with how they turned out. Could have used a little more sour when I was making them. The highlight of the meal was, of course, the "Zour Zweat." Shane managed to break out a few beads of sweat:



Intestinal turmoil ensued after ingesting an entire box each, naturally.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

This blanket

I’d rather have one less blanket on the bed

Since tonight, a blanket has taken your stead

I have the good pillow to myself again

And I won’t have to get up to turn on the fan

Sometimes it’s nice to just take care of yourself

And other times, it seems the worst level of hell

I’m not sorry that I can’t get over you still

I’ve been trying for months yet it remains uphill

I didn’t realize how much I loved who you are

The most beautiful person I’ve ever met, by far

No other woman I’ve found could ever compare

You didn’t take my breath, you’ve become my air

It wasn’t the fact that I felt so alone

It was the fact that you were no longer on the phone

I know now I fucked up, but I’m only a man

My life has no purpose without you in the plan

So I’m telling you now, from my inner most core

You made my life something it never was before

You are so beautiful, and you gave that to me

The fault was my own that I just couldn’t see

You consume my life now, every moment of each day

And each moment’s the same in this bed where I lay

You still have my full heart, and you will ‘til the end

But I fear that this blanket is my permanent new friend