Philosophy

I just received my copy of this book from Amazon. (It’s not a porn book or anything like that.) Opened it to the first page– the dedication page– and this is what is says:

I dedicate this book to the happy memory of my parents who, in their very different ways, taught me the love of story.

When I was first learning to read, but not always behaving appropriately, my father introduced me to the fables of Aesop in the hope that these ancient cautionary tales might improve my deportment. Each evening, after working my way through the likes of “The Fox and the Grapes,” he would nod and ask, “And what does this story mean to you, Robert?” As I stared at these texts and their handsome color illustrations, struggling to find my interpretations, I slowly came to realize that stories mean much more than words and pretty pictures.

Later, before entering the university, I deduced that the best possible life includes as many rounds of golf as possible, and therefore, I would become a dentist. “Dentist?!” my mother laughed. “You can’t be serious. What happens when they cure all teeth problems? Where will dentists be then? No, Bobby, people will always need entertainment. I’m looking out for your future. You’re going into show business.”

– Robert McKee, Story

Sometimes you feel like you have a winner– a winner of a book or a movie or even a porn production– right from the very beginning. This is one of those times.

Listen carefully, kids… Two minutes of intense wisdom here:

First, the Good News…

This past week Vermont legalized same-sex marriage. Vermont is the first state to do so through the legislature instead of through the courts.

This comes on top of the legalization of gay marriage in Iowa a few days earlier. In Iowa it was achieved by a unanimous ruling of the state supreme court.

Las Cucarachas No Like The Gays

And so what has happened since?

Well, the religious people have come out of the woodwork like fucking cockroaches. They’ve all got their panties in a bunch because of something that affects them in no way whatsoever!

Let’s take a look at what they have to say…

I like to do some intense cleaning every six months or so.

Clean things up. Decide what is worth keeping and put it in its place. And, most importantly, throw shit away. Or give it away. Or sell it on Craigslist.

Throwing stuff away sometimes comes back to haunt me months later when I realize it would be convenient to have the shit I threw away… but still I am happier to have erred on the side of minimal living. No George-Carlin-style ridiculousness for me.

Reinstalling

I do this when it comes to computers too. Every 6-12 months I must reinstall the fucking operating system, even though I use a relatively crap-free Mac.

Like with the house, the computers must be cleaned up. A fresh start must be made. The old programs that are no longer used must be dispensed with, not to be installed again.

This isn’t for disk space. Nor is the larger scheme of house-and-life cleaning for the freeing up of physical space. Rather, all of this is for mental space.

And As For The Marijuana…

Lately I’ve really come to appreciate this even more. That is because I’ve been smokin’ pot!

Not a lot of pot. I’ve tried it about 10 times. The last 5 or so times I actually got high. The first few times didn’t do it for me.

When I was high I was able to detach from the concepts I had built up in my mind. I could see the conceptual framework of my whole existence like an impartial third-party observer.

I realized that it is unhelpful to be attached (in the Buddhist sense of “attachment”) to this whole conceptual understanding I had built up. The concepts might not accord with reality. Or they might have outlived their usefulness. Either way, they gotta go.

Incidentally, I recommend smoking marijuana to anybody. Get high at least a few times. For me it’s been one of the best things I’ve ever pursued in my life.

Fuck Your Mind With A Chainsaw

That’s what I’m doing right now. “Fuck it with a chainsaw” is my mantra. A spring-cleaning of the concepts in my mind. Search and destroy the preconceptions and outdated notions. Reinstall my mental operating system.

Start anew with things fresh and clean. Just the OS and it runs fucking fast. No fucking mental DivX trialware that you can’t fucking uninstall. And I will add programs– those mental concepts– only as they are needed, and only in their most optimized form, compiled especially for my fucking mental hardware like fucking Gentoo.

A New Porsche Won’t Save You!

The shit will accumulate in your house and on your disk and in your mind no matter what. Much better to consciously and mindfully clean it up than to let it sneak up on you.

I think most people don’t do this and then their whole conceptual understanding of the world eventually becomes too much to bear… and then it crashes down in the form of a “midlife crisis” or mental breakdown.

So why not have a mental breakdown every six months or so– but on your own terms and in a way that you drive with direct, conscious effort??

You Can Try This At Home…

Tell your wife right now that you’re scheduling a mental breakdown for next weekend and you’re gonna get some 420 in the meantime… and that your YOU FUCKING ARE gonna also need about a gallon of PineSol and a fucking mop and a bucket and some rags and a set of OS installation disks.

I recommend you send the kids to a babysitter.

“If we are here not to do what you and I wanna to do, and go forever crazy with it, then why the hell are we even here?!! DAAAA!!!”

For last few days I listen to Super Taranta!. Is from Gogol Bordello– that is hottest Gypsy punk band of… ummm…. 2007.

I am little late. Usual case. Trend train already left station. Arrived at fucking destination long ago while I fucking spend time fucking Tijuana whores.

Guys in band are genius. Totally existential. Confronting serious psychological and philosophical issue with smart analytical rational thinking.

And there even song of Grand Unification Theory. Will titillate your inner physics geek!

Is music that help navigate you the absurdities of stupid modern American life… with vodka and marinated herring!. In face of so much existential absurdity, what can possibly ask of art except that it be helpful?

They become with Silversun Pickups one of my favorite band. Check out performance with Postmodern Queen herself from 2007 (just first part of video). And also session on show of clueless David Letterman.

(I think Madonna performance is one best things I’ve seen in year… I remember Andrew Sullivan blog it many many times ago. I never knew who Gypsy dudes were until now, tho’.)

One of my favorite podcasts is the continually navel-gazing Philosophy Bites. Some of the episodes are boring and useless, while others are quite interesting. The best episodes offer inspiring ideas that are easily applied to everyday life.

An excellent recent epsiode was the one on Alternative Hedonism. Kate Soper argues that we should look past consumerism and try to pursue other enjoyable aspects of life instead. In the past, people have sought deep satisfaction through religion; but most sensible people today realize that religion provides nothing more than a hokey band-aid over a person’s need for fulfillment.

So why not just pursue hedonism? That is, pursue the things that make you happy, that bring satisfaction, at whatever level: from the carnally sexual to the transcendentally philosophical. And do it for the sake of the satisfaction that you get from them. Actively put your desire for money and the unsatisfying perks of modern capitalistic life aside. Live smaller, but live with greater and deeper satisfaction.

Sounds good to me.

This is the sort of idea that sticks in your mind, partly due to how much it contrasts with the mindlessly reactionary consumerism rampant among the public today. But I think it also sticks because it’s a useful idea. You can refer to it in many situations in life. It will remind you that the opportunities for mindful active pleasure are often much greater than they first appear, and that the pursuit of these opportunities is a worthwhile endeavor even if you have to pay a price for it.

I have two articles here for ‘ya.

I hope you’ll find their philosophical juxtaposition as fascinating as I have.

There is no porn in this post. But you should read it anyway.

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Here’s a video with Paola from LSG Models.

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If you prefer, you can download the higher-resolution .WMV here. Keep it around for when your girlfriend (or boyfriend) is out-of-town.

You know what I like about this video? Paola doesn’t hesitate. Sure, there’s a little warm-up clit-play… but when it’s time for the gusto she gives it the gusti! She takes the glassy dildo and shoves it in her ass, then after she cums she licks it like it were the very last piece from a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

She doesn’t ask herself if shoving that glass dildo in her ass is consistent with her Catholic upbringing. She doesn’t ponder what the Pope would think. She doesn’t ask whether porn is inherently exploitative of women. She doesn’t feel ashamed, or if she does then she doesn’t show it.

Life is about action. The stuff that goes on in our head is the burden each of us bear. But in the end all that psychological stuff really makes no difference because we are the only ones who experience it, and in the end we individually are nothing but worm food. Our actions, however, live on in ripples of effect throughout the world around us.

There is certainly something to be said for thought and introspection. Rationality is useful and important. But when we chose to do, let us do, and let us not punish ourselves for doing. Psychological hang-ups are sooooo 2008.

Do I digress? Oh, I guess I do. Let me try this: Shove that dildo in your sweet ass you pony-tailed Euro bitch!!! That’s better.

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