Remember the film Se7en? Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, Kevin Spacey? Wotta cast.
The scene I’m talking about—which I can’t find on YouTube—is where they find John Doe’s apartment for the first time and begin going through his stuff. They’re reading an entry from his diary. He’s writing about being on a city bus and someone is talking to him about some quotidien, mundane thing or another, and reflexively, he vomits on the guy…from the sheer banality of it all. Well, when that happens, I suggest you find better ways than John Doe to spice up your life—like getting people’s panties all bunched up with a blog post about the cuntosphere, or something.
I endeavor to run my life and write my blog in such a way that banality rarely happens. And for that to happen, a blogger must realize that a blog is a revolving door. Trying to keep everyone around is a sure recipe for dusty stagnation. I much prefer that people leave pissed off because I wrote something crazy or whatever, and not because it’s the same old X ways to X for the Xth fucking post in a row. Plenty of places for that. Go find one. Get comfortable. Above all, never change and always protect your sensitivities from assault at all costs. See if I care.
When I have to be someplace, I locate the smart people soon enough. They’re the ones outside hanging around. The unsociables. The ones with real drinks in their hands, talking about things that really interest them—sneaking and bumming a smoke or two (“don’t let my wife/husband see”). You know. The interesting people.
Yea, you know who I mean. When I’m at any party, that’s where you’ll find me. You’ll never find me—beyond the first 5-10 obligatory minutes—shooting fake smiles, pretending like I give one care in the world about some banal stupid shit someone has to say that’s engineered to make people reciprocate in some manner—even blithely—because that’s what everyone is expected to do.
…Do people do that shit because they believe there’s a heaven, they’re going there, and they won’t have to put up with it anymore? Because that’s the only basis upon which I can understand wasting one’s life tolerating it—especially when there’s always interesting people to engage if you look around.
I get lots and lots of emails every day. I get them from smart people. Rarely are they from the people you’ll find in my comments (though some of them drop me a line now & then too). Commenters are less than 1% of the 7-10,000 returning visitors every week.
Since it’s public, here’s a smart person who understands what I do and why. I’ll not write his name because I don’t want to make him associated beyond his own blog, but here’s where the exchange begins and you can find his credentials easily enough.
Thanks Richard appreciate it. I have been following your blog for years. …
…to my taste commonsense, originality, non-conformity and boldness are in short supply nowadays, especially in academic circles, so your blog is like a breath of fresh air even if don’t agree 100% with every post.
Then there’s a commenter here who has like 2 hard science PhDs or something, did some math and charting work for my book, and hates it when I mention it on the blog because it might influence how others interact with her in comments. Poor thing.
The other day I rang her up on the phone to see how she was doing. Told her she needs to come in with a totally new name as a commenter and play dumb, so that she can pounce on stupid shit in comments for fun.
…Exchanged a few emails with “Dr. BG” (Grace) (link removed) from China, yesterday. She told me to get in line to take her out to lunch once she’s back for a visit in July. Then she did her usual fire hydrant delivery of things to think about, test, etc., concerning what might be going on with my milk & kefir intervention vis-a-vis thyroid and adrenal stuff (I REFUSE to use the phrase “adrenal fatigue,” EVER!).
People probably think Sean Abbott & I are on the outs, again. I think I went off on him in comments a while back. Probably. Anyway, no. We surreptitiously exchange emails now, so that nobody gets wise to The Big Plan. Wait for it.
….Hmm, who else? Well, if you think I left you out, it wasn’t intentional.
Oh, wait, here’s one from a couple of days ago.
So, like, a, this is why I do what I do. I know how smart people think, because I am one. That means it’s easy to block three morons from my Facebook page this morning, for instance.
Understand. Display some inteligence and you have my attention forever. Don’t?
I. Do. Not. Give. A. Single. Fuck. What. Your. Little. Mind. “Thinks.”
Are we clear?