Things looking up a little bit today: got a couple of interviews for next week and one tomorrow for a part time tutoring job, which may actually be ideal. It's a whopping .5 miles from our condo, which is the biggest plus, so I'll see the boss tomorrow and make sure the other details work out.
I ran into Nyetverse contributor Frank on the chattier side of the Google-net yesterday, and had a great little convo about (among other things) the overlap of our disciplines before he headed off for lunch. It was a great convo because of the general awesomeness (to be Frank) (PUN!), but also because it inspired a crazy wikipedia and Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy trampling by me for the remainder of the morning. Frank had mentioned something about pegging me as a John Dewey pragmatist, so I was naturally compelled to look him up and enter the information vortex that is le internet. Pragmatism stands in different respects to realism, idealism, analytic philosophy, logical positivism, empiricism, and off-shooting we go into link after link. The major point of this is that I blew through abotu 3 hours just reading those cursory takes on various forms of philosophy, which is sweet, and seems to indicate that I've got a bit of a bug. Which is another hint in the rightness of current directions. Sweet.
Speaking of bugs, I've been reading the uber-excellent Underworld, which has slammed me back into writing mode. SO as soon as I get through the tome (820+pages), I think it's time to resume another thing that seems to be a calling. Calling, calling; that is the theme here. The invigorating notion of irrational compulsion. Dig it. So, hopefully I will get some work started on the long set aside Posthumous Challenge, as well as a couple of other ideas I have cooking. Ooh, I see you shiver with - I use too many Rocky Horror jokes here. Dig.
Dig - a rather bizarre and yet powerfully typical component of the book is that Lenny Bruce is a major figure throughout the second half. Hold on, I have to scream,
"We're all gonna die!"
On impulse. Which is a factually true statement, whether you're quoting Lenny or the Flaming Lips. ANyways, the text is full of Lenny Bruce rants that are really facsimiles as written by DeLillo, but very good, very capture-the-essence from what I know of Lenny Bruce. So I checked out some albums and audio tracks online as well, and man - genius guy, frenetic to the point of incomprehensibility. And a lot of his manic ravings regard 1950s/60s contemporary politics, not exactly my strong suit. Anyhoo, good to hear something real. I mean, something as real as filtered through the lens of entertainment. Regardless, I hear you Lenny Bruce (I is afraid). Check him out if you're up for some Cold War nostalgia.
Cubs are on; D-Backs in a bit; sunrise sunset. I will leave you with two excellent videos - one is the coolest fan-developed SImpsons intro to-date, the second is a primo action movie line. And followed by a very enthusiastic Orson Welles:
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