Get innocuous

"... i am married to a woman who is way too good-looking and decent to marry me, but due to a long period of hypnosis, low-level drugging and sleep deprivation, eventually capitulated. we have a dog that is similarly too good for me. seriously. the dog is hot. the dog is basically a model. well, more of a pageant girl--but you know what i mean. she could be a model, but she's pretty backward and country about fashion... she's into prom dresses and, like, overdone base makeup and fake nails. but she lives in new york now, and she's changing a little over time, which i think is liberating for her--the dog, i mean--but i hope she doesn't change too much and do that annoying new-york-girl thing where they all try to be edie sedgewick or something--"ooh look at me! i'm crazy! i can't be contained!" it's an act played by people who don't know anyone who's actually schizophrenic. knowing real crazy people takes some of the "glamour" out of it for you, you know? like: what's glamorous about soiling yourself? oh crap. am i supposed to be writing about me?"
-James Murphy

Any one man who can get legions of punk-rock kids unapologetically dancing to synths, cow bells and handclaps whilst simultaneously selling his music to Nike and The O.C. deserves a nomination for the imaginary title of "Official Spokesperson for Guilt-Free Internet Usage" (OSGFIU). Not too many of us will find ourselves, eventually in life, co-founding a successful dance-punk label and fearlessly writing faux-autobiographical songs referencing Captain Beefheart, Can, The Modern Lovers, etc.

In fact, some of us will have trouble enough with the curious feeling of whether or not an enchanting little cafe in the hills of North Carolina could always stay beautiful. But that's not to say our stories or observations are any less important.

An online journal, or even an ironically updated Myspace "about me" section, in the right hands (and with the proper amount of anonymity), could prove extremely worthwhile to not only those who could chance upon them and chuckle... but also to the person willing to endorse them with their participation. It's not that you, the author, become something of a spectacle. It's that you, the author, allow for your thoughts to become a spectacle to everyone...

...including yourself.

A mute's narration (and one of a trinity of actor-icons I try to take after... but we'll get to that later...) in my personal favorite Wong Kar-wai film once quoted The Buddha, roughly translating into "If I don't descend into Hell, who will?"

In the same realm of apprehensive "submission" to a practice:

Your profoundly intelligent and aptly capable friend's conclusion that an over-populated world would do better without his or her offspring... as you read another article about an army of inbred, Bible-belt, militant racists proudly voting Republican again (no offense mom... on your Bush 2004 vote, that is).

Allow me to be the first (second?) to welcome Consommé to the wonderful world of digital thoughts.

It's about God damned time.

Nirvana - Tom Waits reciting his favorite Charles Bukowski piece