Carousing on Wednesday, the sentry of late-entries, I can't go on, I must go on...
I'll go on. And if you like Samuel Beckett references I have a 287-page screenplay in homage: An erratic, borderline derelict Gentleman named Herschel, sashays around Whole Foods deciding exactly what cereal and dairy-alternative milk best suits him and reflects his socioeconomic status. There's very little dialogue.
I remember, and this is 3+ years ago, being let down by 'The Unnamable,' the last novel in his Trilogy. It squandered the opportunities, or at least I felt it did, to forge a succinct metafictional connection between the three novels. The beginning takes place in some sort of afterlife, or primal consciousness further down the spiritual trajectory than you and I, which I suppose could be summed up in afterlife thus negating the rest of this sentence, Hm... But said letdown-ness is fickle, however I've not the capaciousness allotted to take another stab -- and it would be 100X if I could read them in French, the way they were written/intended. There's something so very chic about an author who ditches his native tongue (English) to cavort with the literary oligarchy en Francais: it's Daniel Day Lewis-worthy in the Cool department.
And it's cool, to me at least, because said Departure represents another notch in the Nature VS Nurture quarrel which the Former clearly emerged as Victor in my life. Now that I think of it though, at 29 y/o, I'd like to/strive for a family in the not-too-distant future, and my familial megalomania envisions a cultured, purposeful, succinct (count 'em two for succinct today) and generally awesome environment to raise my children in. So then I ask you, o' faithful reader, am I hypocritical in my backing Nature when I'm gearing my faculties, my totally awesome salvo of personality/life experience, to be mainlined into my offspring?
Am I looking to switch to the Nurture team? Does Nature/Nurture skip generations? Am I completely full of shit? Am I self-lauding/delusive/domestically brazen to even think I'll be such an incomparably stellar parent?
Well, I need to get my work out there and do the whole Get-Famous-And-Wealthy thing before I start procreating, at least ostensibly, because I seem to have enough calamity battling ADD and the inexorable Restaurant work to factor in children to the equation.
The crux of my tangent: my children, courtesy of my future-awesome-devastatingly-beautiful wife, will be a tiny race of Superbeings. Genuflect now mere mortals!
I'm listening to the new Junior Boys album Begone Dull Care while I'm writing this, and, sadly, my first reaction is kind of meh? but, hopefully, more listens will garner a stronger reaction
In the next few hours I'll be be back @ The Metro catching The Presets, reports to follow, and by follow I mean tomorrow.
I'm gonna go do some situps now.
-m
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