Well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m full of pie. And just food. Do you know what’s better than turkey and mashed potatoes topped with my own cranberry chutney and mopped up with my pumpkin challah bread? Fucking nothing except the very same thing topped with Debbie G’s Oreo pudding fluff crack and banana cream pie. That’s the state of my stomach tonight, kids. I’m full.
Okay, surprise, I’m not really dead. And I’m not planning on going anywhere for the foreseeable future. But you never know. You could get hit by a bus and wake up dead tomorrow. And in honor of Rosh Hashanah, I decided to do a little exercise in sorting myself out.
When I was in high school, I loved Rammstein. Actually, I still do. Some readers may recall that I went to see them in concert outside of Chicago last summer about this time. I always knew that I wanted to travel abroad and see strange places and learn new languages, but Rammstein made the desire for linguistic acquisition concrete. I had a present reason to learn: I needed to know exactly what Til Lindemann was growling about in their songs.
I love David Lynch. I have probably talked about that before. He is one of my favorite filmmakers, and Twin Peaks quite literally changed my life. I went so far as to write Lynch a fan letter because of the effect that Twin Peaks and my research into its potential meaning had for me.
I have been writing and re-writing this post for several months now. It is more of a personal post than one that is related to libertarianism in any particular way, so in that sense, it’s a bit self-indulgent. I suppose writing itself is a bit self-indulgent, at least for me. In any case, the main reason that I am addressing this particular subject is because it is a stumbling block for me in my libertarianism.