“Well, everything’s Edenic. Everything is. I really don’t know what your past is like, but I’ve got to assume, like everyone else, you have plenty of pain in it, right? But when you go back to the places where the pain was at, you find that there was more stuff there, and that there’s stuff about it that you miss just because it’s you. Because that’s who you were, and you grow to accept that. When you do that kind of stuff, whether it’s Eden or not, it is. Every place that you left is Eden in some way.”—
Ive mentioned it a few times on my twitter, but I’m pretty much going to bring this into every conversation I have today, so ANYWAYS
The Mountain Goats are going to be in Calgary on June 7th, opening for a FULL CAST(Neko and Dan Bejar are IN) New Pornographers.
I don’t even know what kind of sick joke this is, there can’t be a better example of wonderful wonderful things in my short term future that I continue to not deserve. Maybe this is the slightest nod from God that waking up today at 8:30 was a good idea. Gosh, I wonder what would have happened if I actually went to my marketing class. Anyways, John Darnielle is filled with gospel quotes, this is one of them. Calgary definitely was my Eden.
“Bottom of The World” by Tom Waits from Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards (2006).
Excerpts from Tom Waits’s match.com profile:
Daily diet: Scrambled eggs smothered in whiskey and nightmares.
My living situation: I live on the corner of 9th & Hell on top of a hair-pin trigger with a Cuban stripper named Trixie who always wears a bear suit.
Astrological sign: The devil.
My job: A blind pig with a two dollar pistol spit on me once. Once he apologized, we shared a bottle of my Uncle Phineas’s rye and rode the broken-down ferris wheel at Coney Island. I think the pig said he was a dentist.
Do you smoke?: I don’t understand the question.
How often do you drink?: I don’t understand the question.
Politics: One time a whale with asthma swallowed me whole. I lived in his rotting belly for twenty-seven years. I married a fish named Denise but we were divorced a year later and I ate her for dinner on our anniversary.
Pets I have: A one-legged mule named Alphonse who speaks Spanish and makes really good pancakes.
I dreamt that my mother gave birth to a baby girl. I dreamt that my best friend and I ran around trying to find the hospital, only to end up at an airport. I dreamt that we crashed at Western University and hassled some losers from our past. I dreamt that I got a $13 haircut. I dreamt that we were all sitting on the floor, with me holding my new baby girl sister, trying to think of a name that started with an H. I dreamt that I had married an abusive Zach Galanfanakis lookalike and we had outrageous sex all the time but then he cheated on me with some girl when i was off to go visit my baby sister. Never in any of those dreams did I feel fatigued and depressed and bored.
This is probably why I didnt go to Operations Management today. Sorry.
“So, look, y’know, it’s hard to say anything concrete. I guess the one important thing to me in my work is to tell the truth. I guess. I guess that’s it. But why do I want to tell the truth? Maybe so I can be known as the guy who tells the truth. Maybe it’s nothing more than that. Just more self-aggrandizement masquerading as honesty. It’s my shtick. Hey, I’ll be the guy who tells it like it is. Maybe then someone will love me. Maybe some women will find that sexy. I mean, I’m not going to get them with my looks. So I’m the honest one. Hey, look at me! I tell the goddamn truth no matter what the consequences! What a fucking hero. I’m sorry. I guess that didn’t go where I had hoped. Listen, I’m just an insignificant guy who wants to be significant. I want to be loved and admired. I want women to think I’m sexy. Even men. That’d be fine, too. I want everyone to think I’m brilliant. And I want them all to think I don’t care about any of that stuff. There you go. Who I am.”—Charlie Kaufman (via synecdoche)