Quotes to like or puzzle over: “There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.” ― James Salter, All That Is
Just be yourself. What does that mean? How do we just be ourselves? At which age are we closest to the self that is the self?
Today’s results in San Francisco—the public defender win. Chesa Boudin won the mayoral race for SF in California. This is a fellow who stood up against the Democratic machine and all of their endorsements to win. This could bode well for a message that really does need to be heard. Democrats, liberals, progressives, all are quite sick of the slick, the machine, the corporate in any dress that does not truly represent the people.
And the Packers won on Sunday, though a bit of a sloppy win, still a win. We’ve a bi-week coming up so this Sunday’s a freebee. We’re now 8 and 2. Not bad at all moving forward. Especially when we thought we’d have to wait for 3 years while the new team got put together. That’s the normal when the olds are replaced by the new players.
British novelist Julian Barnes was right when he wrote in his book “A History of the World in 10 ½ Chapters” that “Irony may be defined as what people miss.” And mostly people misuse irony when they mean poetic justice. That’s when people get their just deserts for how they have acted or lived their lives. That or another misuse, that of Karma, when it isn’t Karma at all. Likely it’s the “what goes around comes around” thinking.
Some quotes are just lovely of themselves, tho we might never find a good use for them. Consider:
“Yes, I have actually mined coal, and distilled liquor, as well as seen a girl in a pink dress, and seen her take it off. I am 54 years old, weigh 220 pounds, and look like the chief dispatcher of a long-distance driving concern. I am a registered Democrat. I drink.” ~ The Butterfly
Yesterday’s game—Green Bay against Minnesota in Viking land—came to an awful end before it hardly began. Aaron Rodgers, our #12, suffered a broken right collar bone during the first quarter of the game. As he throws with his right arm, this is immensely worrying. There is a chance he might not be back for the rest of the season.
Rodgers left the game during the second series of the game after taking a hit from Vikings linebacker Anthony Barr. It was a hard hit, though considered legal. He fell to his right and braced himself for the fall with his right arm. He was carted off the field and didn’t return. We lost the game, 23 to 10.
When I was younger, pretty much any rebel was my hero. And I can’t honestly say that I’ve changed much. Unfortunately rebels don’t tend to live long, or well as they age. You might say their “use-by” date comes early. Or they go off the deep end like Che, and Trotsky, et.al. Thompson just basically blew himself up. Literally I’d say, with a gun. He wrote a suicide note. I don’t blame him for being bummed about the Super Bowl though; it went to the New England Pats. At least it was Philly they were playing, not Green Bay. And there is a definite vacuum once football season is over. The eternal and existential questions arise. What’s it all about? Is there a God? Is there life after death? Does anything matter?
And then there are all of the wonderful quotes. Hunter sure knew how to sling ’em. I like them to the point that I used more than one in The Fat Man, under chapter headings. (Just like old times—I don’t know why writers quit such a lovely gesture.) Here’s one as an example. “I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they’ve always worked for me.” That’s the lead for Chapter 23—The Hero In Heroin.
So here we are, once again contemplating life, death, and what happens in between. Who better to guide than someone who observed life in all its normal, its glory, and its ugly. And by the way, Hunter, we’re still here waiting for the answers we sent you on ahead to gather. Let us know, huh?