Thursday, October 20, 2011
Call me chauvinistic but she can't even spell it
Tinie Tempah--what I'm listening to now. Here he's featured with Chase & Status, but he's the attraction. Get his album, Disc-overy for lyrics like this:
papz (paparazzi) see me up in the vicinity and flash me
i'm the definition of definitive and catchy
the only thing that's bigger, quicker, slicker
more black and more upper london is a taxi
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In retrospect, this post digresses some…
"Her entire philosophy of life could be accurately reduced to: growing tomatoes is a lot of fun."
Excellent sentence on many levels, either very profound or... something else. Jeeves would know.
My own view is that we could live for years at the feet of the wisest old sage complete with beard and robe, then leave his temple one day and most of us would promptly resume acting like a blithering idiots and sticking straws in our hair, that is until we live our lives and make all our own mistakes that The Great Bindi made, or whatever his name was. I have relatively young friends and relatives my own age who are smart and insightful, and, well, wise. My brother is perhaps the wisest person I know. His words are few but always deeply insightful and unerringly correct. His mind is incredible the way it sees problems with such clarity that nothing is beyond understanding. Probably why they let him take hearts in and out of people. His wisdom is more a function of his mind and personality and less about life experience.
My father used to advise me - at length - and finally realized "I can tell you this great advice (wisdom?) all day long, but it won't really mean anything to you until you live it yourself and that's one of the great frustrations of fatherhood - watching your children make the same mistakes you did."
He once told me "A smart man learns form his mistakes, but a wise man learns from the mistakes of others." The second mouse gets the cheese, if you will. I still teach my students that. Er, let me reassure you all that that is not as sinister as it sounds for the medical profession.
This was supposed to be short and not at all about me, so... Not to put down our elders, but I'm not sure wisdom can be given, other than in a superficial manner, and that it can only be grown and only then if you have the right mind-soil. Uh-huh, "mind-soil."
Also, old people’s "wisdom" seems so often is shaped by regret. “I wish I’d eaten more taffy.” I mean, I'm not sure that's wisdom, or insight, just another man's mistakes. I suppose we could take it as wisdom - or metaphorical cheese. Hmm?
Also, The Second Mouse, would make a good title and premise for a murder mystery, a la Agatha Christie. ANCIANT, you have your idea. Get on that. If there's anything the kids are standing on their hind legs and baying for it's more theater in the tradition of Arsenic and Old Lace. Selena Gomez and Justin Beber could headline and the kids could stream it on their stupid androids whatever the hell those are.
Moving along…
It could open on an ambitious but not very sharp young Hoboken couple (The Wenslydales), priced out of Manhattan, setting up a wine and cheese party (did you mark the cheese?) for the husbands playboy Manhattanite work friend and immediate boss. They played squash, or basketball, or the absurd fictional sport Jai Alai on the weekends and became friendly. They are, in fact, big time distributers of fine rare cheeses whose names would work in hilariously. They will set him up with a crazy friend (Brie) of theirs knowing that he’ll get into trouble and blow the big project/promotion he’s working on, allowing the underling to save the day and get the promotion. It all goes wrong, hijinks, double crosses, and murder ensue. There may or may not be a parrot named Roquefort who says revealing things at inopportune times depending how well he’s fed. Gag could be multiple people stuffing crackers into the bird while the others backs are turned until he dies of a coronary or just gets hilariously fatter with each act. Hilarious.
The stuff writes itself.
Best,
Johannes
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