Hanging On for Dear Life

On a Sunday morning after some racist sh**bucket rammed his car into a crowd of peaceful folk in Charlottesville, who were protesting against the “Unite the Right” demonstrators’ Neo-Nazi/KKK bigotry and exclusion, I am clinging to my right to seek joy in spite of everything, for the sake of personal mental stability, and I know of no more eloquent teacher than my main teacher, Tom Robbins:


    A: Essentially, “joy in spite of everything” amounts to a kind of defiant attitude, a refusal to be victimized by events over which one has no control. It reflects the belief that life is too short to be wasted in the anger or lamentation that easily could be generated by the era or area in which one, by circumstance, happens to reside. We must recognize the injustice and suffering that abounds in the world and do everything we can to alleviate it, yet in the same instant insist on having one hell of a good time. Some individuals do seem to possess an innate ability to be simultaneously caring and carefree, but most of us have to work at it. It’s easier for me now than it used to be, though I still struggle with it, finding myself tested, for example, every time an evil fruitcake like Mad John Ashcroft (update: Donald Trump / Steve Bannon / Stephen Miller / most of Trump’s “administration) opens his (or her) nazified yap.
    Now it has occurred to me to point out that “joy in spite of everything” also amounts to a recognition that all existence is really cosmic theater, and therefore ought never to be taken too seriously. From that perspective, John Ashcroft is merely another actor playing out his role. Sure, Ashcroft wants to turn America into a Christianized Iran with himself as Ayatollah, but as dangerous and reprehensible as that is, it’s his role, and that role may well be an essential part of the ongoing drama. From the Tao, we learn that light and darkness are perpetually revolving, and we cannot have one without the other. From a cosmic perspective, it’s a self-righteous mistake to align oneself with the light against the dark, to always think in terms of “us” against “them”. By all means, vigorously oppose Ashcroft and everything he stands for, but resist the trap of becoming attached to that opposition, bearing in mind that it is also part of the existential drama — and its ultimate purpose may be to help keep the “story” interesting.


Bo Burnham

SiouxieQ and I discovered this profoundly hilarious young comic by accident. (We’re borderline old people, okay? We remember watching Richard Pryor live.) But what a happy accident. At 20-something he’s carrying a genius that belies his youth. Stunning. We’ve watched all three of his specials – Words, Words, Words; What; Make Happy – and now we’re left combing through Youtubes.

Here’s a taste, the intro to Make Happy. (The captions are annoying, but if they’re helpful to some, fine …)


Then there’s this suddenly serious, deep heart monologue at the end of “Make Happy.” …


I like to think Richard Pryor would have loved this tall, skinny white dude.


Ahhhh, Yessss …

“Edsel Bronfman works as a junior executive shipping clerk for an importer of Korean flatware. He lives in a seedy neighborhood and spends his free time with his spirited mother. Things happen to other people, and Bronfman knows it. Until, that is, he gets a call from operator 61217 telling him that he’s won a free weekend at a beachfront condo in Destin, Florida. But there’s a catch: the offer is intended for a couple, and Bronfman has only seventy-nine days to find someone to take with him.” (Amazon blurb.)



This is why I read fiction. How could you possibly not read this novel? Right now, right? Even when it’s beautiful outdoors.

AHA Moment! I can read outdoors!