Anybody else imagining Rust Cohle this morning:
"Daylight Saving Time? That’s a funny one. Saving? There won’t be any saving I can promise you that. That missing hour, like every hour, is just another debt we owe, another debt we will pay over and over and over again, no matter what little tricks we play with our clocks.”
The only reason to visit Florida is to identify your daughter’s body.
I’m reading a comedic essay about white people.
The new girl at work told me she is unable to listen to the Avett Brothers because she was in the Peace Corps.
I was like hmmm, I don’t understand.
She said you wouldn’t believe how many people doing Peace Corps are skinny white dudes who brought their guitars and sing versions of Avett Brothers songs all the time.
And I was like actually that makes perfect sense.
If cannibals didn’t kill you first but just waited for you to die, who could complain? But cannibals aren’t known for their patience. And that’s why people don’t like them too much. Just be more patient, cannibals.
I had this friend years ago and I’m not friends with him anymore but man he was both one of the funniest and one of the angriest people I ever knew.
Anyway he once had as his away message on AIM: “Why the fuck wasn’t Space Cowboys a hit?”
I don’t know if any of you will even know what movie he’s talking about. And did you all use AIM back in the day? But anyway, I just realized I’ve literally been laughing at that little joke for more than ten years. I still think it’s beyond funny. I can’t even explain why. I bet that guy doesn’t even remember saying it.
Even when you catch yourself thinking terrible, offensive things, there’s usually something there that actually is worth thinking about. Like I’m reading this Lawrence Durrell novel and I found myself thinking every early 20th century British writer sounds like some kind of hysterical homosexual!
Okay, so that’s terrible thing to think. What does it even mean? How do you sound gay? But actually it got me thinking about both how repressed homosexuality once had to be and also about whether our understanding of heteronormative gender roles is in some ways not just as narrow as ever but might even be more narrow than they once were. Is that possible? Like why does a certain kind of elaborate descriptive style strike me as so odd. Straight dudes can’t describe architecture with passion? It’s just a strange thought process, right? Where did I learn to make certain leaps?
Or maybe I’m just a fucked up bigot. I don’t think so though. I feel like I got that mental short cut somewhere and that it’s important to examine it.
I feel like everyone I know from the internet is always sick or dealing with a divorce or, like, some other amazingly stressful thing. And like people present their life so it’s apparently fine—but I get stressed. I need everyone to be okay or I start feeling afraid. I guess what I’m saying is, fuck. Nothing is okay, ever.
Tonight I’ve watched a Sofia Coppola movie and a Dane Cook comedy special.
I don’t know.
I’m exploring plants from opposite ends of the garden of disappointment?