First Rule of Turkey Club: Don't Talk About Turkey Club.
I just now realized I completely forgot to give thanks for anything this Thanksgiving. I worked from 7 to noon, ate some turkey, went home, and fell asleep. But no thanks were involved at any point. I mean, most years it at least crosses my mind, and I offer up SOME sort of thankings, even if they're not exactly heartfelt.
Then again, I think last year I posted a blog about how I wanted to take everyone and everything in my life for granted because being thankful was retarded. At least I managed to get that out of my system.
Thanking in journals, judging from a glance at the "friends" page, seems de rigeur, so I'll just thank God, my family, my lovely wife Alex; and give thanks for my life being back on track.
And perhaps an apology to anyone who might happen to keep reading this journal, remembering how it used to be ... ?
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If you knew me about five or six years ago, here's a revelation that'll surprise you: I finally got around to buying a copy of "Fight Club" (the book) last week. Having borrowed the book, and seen the movie countless times, the sixteen-year-old me would've been quite pleased with the purchase, yet dismayed at how it came about, as part of an evening of spending-bordering-on-splurging at the mall. I swallowed that whole Tyler Durden anti-capitalist, anti-civilization, anarcho-millenialist spiel hook, line and sinker. And working the job I work, being the age I am- while aware, mind you, of my place in the economic totem pole- I pretty much qualify as Mr. Durden's target audience. Except I don't feel frustration, or a need to go and beat folks up or destroy civilization. I'm neither angsty, nor desperately searching for an outlet for unbearable rage. I suppose I still do share Tyler and the narrator's ability to laugh at some of the ridiculousness of an overly pampered culture, but I don't think that Durdenism is a desirable alternative. The really interesting thing, though? When I read the book now, I see that message- subtle, but I believe it's there. It's easier to see how ridiculous Fight Club and Project Mayhem are, and now, that seems like the whole point. Maybe it's selling out, or maybe it's growing up- the book is still amazingly, mind-blowingly good, just in a much different way.
Then again, I think last year I posted a blog about how I wanted to take everyone and everything in my life for granted because being thankful was retarded. At least I managed to get that out of my system.
Thanking in journals, judging from a glance at the "friends" page, seems de rigeur, so I'll just thank God, my family, my lovely wife Alex; and give thanks for my life being back on track.
And perhaps an apology to anyone who might happen to keep reading this journal, remembering how it used to be ... ?
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If you knew me about five or six years ago, here's a revelation that'll surprise you: I finally got around to buying a copy of "Fight Club" (the book) last week. Having borrowed the book, and seen the movie countless times, the sixteen-year-old me would've been quite pleased with the purchase, yet dismayed at how it came about, as part of an evening of spending-bordering-on-splurging at the mall. I swallowed that whole Tyler Durden anti-capitalist, anti-civilization, anarcho-millenialist spiel hook, line and sinker. And working the job I work, being the age I am- while aware, mind you, of my place in the economic totem pole- I pretty much qualify as Mr. Durden's target audience. Except I don't feel frustration, or a need to go and beat folks up or destroy civilization. I'm neither angsty, nor desperately searching for an outlet for unbearable rage. I suppose I still do share Tyler and the narrator's ability to laugh at some of the ridiculousness of an overly pampered culture, but I don't think that Durdenism is a desirable alternative. The really interesting thing, though? When I read the book now, I see that message- subtle, but I believe it's there. It's easier to see how ridiculous Fight Club and Project Mayhem are, and now, that seems like the whole point. Maybe it's selling out, or maybe it's growing up- the book is still amazingly, mind-blowingly good, just in a much different way.