interesting blog 2
Another thing I remembered from the Register article that yanked my chain a little, was the suggestion that all bloggers, whatever their age, are adolescents. Look, hoser, don’t you get that people aren’t the same all the way through? Just as we are all good at some things and idiots at others, so any “complete” person will have mature and immature facets to their personalities.
So, if you don’t believe me, just look at your own parents? Perhaps they were all serious around you, keeping you safe and sober, but your dad lost it over a hot rod, or your mom over a soap opera. Or vice versa, respectably staid on the outside, yet unable to handle domestic crises in a mature or even sane manner.
In Ghost Rider, Neil Peart noted different aspects of his personality coming to the fore at different times during his grieving process. Even, believe it or not, a teenage girl like his late daughter, who would go all, like, gooey, when certain songs were on the radio. The Ghost Rider concept, of course, was anything but frivolous, covering the miles in an obsessive drive for forward motion.
Or, at the risk of extreme cliché: life is a pressure cooker, and our recipes were prepared by a blind chef with a very short attention span. Bones and gristle, steak and kidneys, the rough and the smooth. Mix it all together with a ten-foot pole; add herbs, spices, and strange chemicals. Don’t worry about keeping an even heat, we expect that some chunks will be burnt away to nothing, with others decidedly half-baked. The leftovers are so toxic they need to be buried in the ground, or incinerated.
Call me immature, but I don’t want to be 100% mature – where would the fun be, then? As long as I can get it right when it matters, and not worry about it when it doesn’t. And don’t mind the language, it’s just a coincidence that Clueless is on, like, right now, but I’m typing this instead. Bummer.
In other news, Vincent Gallo, whom I wrote about last Sunday, has the knives out for film critic Roger Ebert. Ebert quoted from an interview with Gallo, in which he apparently apologized for making The Brown Bunny. He now angrily denies apologizing for his own film, understandably, and calls Ebert a few rather unpleasant names, such as “fat pig”. Oh, good, more work for the lawyers.