What I Learned In 2010

What I’m Listening To, Pt. 6

“Don’t Look Back Into the Sun” - the Libertines

Last one of these I’m doing. Heading on a mondo-road trip, so we’re gonna change the format again. Gotta keep changing directions if I want to keep up the challenge, the excitement, no?

 But as to tie it into things (and prevent Andy from just booting me off the blorge), today I learned about the Taman Shud Case, which is….guys, seriously: Capital F Fascinating.

 Here’s the thing though: like…what does it matter anymore? There’s no human element to cracking the case on something like that. It’s 60 years old, the only people who get any closure are the detectives and scholars who spent so much time trying to pick away at it and make it make sense. And keeping with the honesty kick, does anyone care? Does anyone lay awake wondering who this guy was, or where he went to school, or what his sisters were like? Does anyone care that this human being is dead, and that he maybe and horribley outlived his mother? That he had poker buddies, or a dentist? Nah, it’s just a big great mystery that we all went to delve into. For the edification of our own intelligence, and for the satisfaction of classic Human curiosity, we focus on the glitzy smack of wonder and adoration.

Ya know, there’s a lot to be said about self-reflection. A lot! That shit’s important. But you can only learn about the present and past what’s already been done or decided. I know that’s a heady sentence, but it’s the notion that (the impersonal) you become a historian of your own expeiences; one can spend their life categorizing the who and what and why, and not thinking to move forward and just persue a new thing. Hey man, I swear: you can do both!

 What is it that makes us want to kick around the bones of a crime scene and figure out how it could’ve happened 60 years later? *METAPHOR ALERT* Is it the same thing that compells us to dig around in our own lives, in our own failed experiences and not think about the “why?”, when the answer can be defined as simply as “Because. Because that shit goes down sometimes. Please look around at what’s going on now, please.”

 I’m rambling a bit. I’m gonna close this up. God, Andy’s so annoyed with me at this point. Let me not tie this thing together snugly:

 ”She will never forgive you, but she won’t let you go, oh no.”

 No. No she won’t. Lay the bones to rest and close the cover of that book. The past is…gone. It’s done. It’s had it’s say, and it isn’t moving from it’s position. Deal with it or ‘fuck off’, because the past is the most stubborn and hard-headed thing you’ll ever have to deal with. Set in it’s ways, uncompromising, bound to follow one track, the past forces you to accept it (or not), and allows you no opportunity to change it (or not).

 In short, the Past has got nothing on the Future.

-diggy

 What I’m Listening To, Pt. 2

“Lion Eats the Wildebeest” - The Lovely Feathers

 Oh sweetheart…oh, oh sweetheart, oh Painkiller Jane. I love you for your espirito sanctu; you were a child of long blue and white sundresses and garden patches. As a kid your dad held your hand when you crossed streets, so you never looked both ways. Just up into his eyes. He’d never lead you across the great expanse of a City Street without swaddling you. You’re his, his baby girl. The whole vast city cowers before his command. He is/was/will always going to be there, he’ll always keep the bad ones away…the job of men.

 Why would it be any other way? His/He’s Job to your (holy) spirit? The father, the daughter and the holy communion? *chomp chomp*

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 Jane parts her hair, parts it like water. Enough on the right side, the rest can be on the left. Left behind is freedom, because control seems right. Heathens call this time the early 20’s. Heathens and terrorists with their dynamite and gel-caps. One never understands why such would undermine a beautiful society, but terrorists are terrorists, are they not?

 At least there’s a system to deal with the detritus, amiright? 

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  We grow and learn, Jane. You learned and then grew. You ate and grew *chomp chomp*

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 Oh buoyant reality! Oh, oh minty reality!

 O O Piece of mint and Gelt and Felt and felt.

 Twee and tweak and meek and burlap. Why do you escape her so?

 What about her delicate feet disallow her from stepping on you?

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 ”I don’t understand why such difficult terrain desires to be so impossible to traverse”

         -Everyone

-diggy