that's the way to go, franco un-american.
zack de la rocha of the late rage against the machine, on a dvd including live performances, did an fascinating interview with a diffinitive author on the topic of globalization. his name has most likely been coined in most of your minds: noam chomsky. so now that i'm at borders, i decided to grab one of his books and explore his ideas. i often think that i'd like to be born again, knowing what i know now. the things i would do differently. the things i would focus on. the things that i would know at this point. it's staggering, really. my devout christian family would, i'm sure, strongly object to my disbelief in their god. my devout christian father, who held a precarious position of great authority in the church would, i'm sure, strongly object to me arranging to have a cop show up right about the time he was throwing me across the room in blind rage because his football team was losing. would that reaffirm my brothers' faith? would they think that god was truly watching them, and still be believers to this day? i would want to be more of a brother to them. not the nuisance that was my very existence. what would become of my schooling? what would mrs. ross, my third grade teacher think when she saw me reading salman rushdie, and jack kerouac instead of being on the swings? and would i hate myself now? would i miss these memories that i have? would i miss smoking pot with reed and d.l. (brothers) and laughing about the fucked up shit that our father did to us? about what a hypocritical psycho he was? would it all make me happy? or drive me to suicide? in spite of all the questions, the whole thought in general makes me smile. but i know it won't happen. i know i'm stuck with what i have, and what i don't have. i'm doing my best...