The Theological Implications Are Staggering! Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Had another "we'll laugh about this in thirty years" day. Most of the agita was avoidable, but avoiding it would require the usual Powers and Principalities to admit that the way they do things doesn't work. So a thirty-years day. If I'm still blogging in '33 I promise to post a smiley face on Sept. 16.

Dr. Percy helped:

We talked about failure. What is failure? Failure is what people do ninety-nine percent of the time. Even in the movies: ninety-nine outtakes for one print. But in the movies they don't show the failures. What you see are the takes that work. So it looks as if every action, even going crazy, is carried off in a proper, rounded-off way. TV has screwed up millions of people with its little rounded-off stories. Because that is not the way life is. Life is fits and starts, mostly fits. Life doesn't have to stop with failure. Not only do you not have to jump in the creek, you can even take pleasure in the general fecklessness of life, as I do, a doctor without patients sailing paper P-51s at a martin house. I am a failed but not unhappy doctor.

And then:

I discovered that it is not sex that terrifies people. It is not knowing who they are or what to do with themselves. They are frightened out of their wits that they are not doing what, according to experts, books, films, TV, they are supposed to be doing. They, the experts, know, don't they?

I, on the other hand, have nothing coherent to say. So I'll keep typing.

To answer an e-mail: The Pole I mentioned earlier, in conjunction with Secret Thing #2, is not connected to any Pole of my acquaintance, even intimate acquaintance. Ahem.

To answer another e-mail: The free MP3 page at Revenant Records, founded by the late great John Fahey, is wunnerful, many many thanks. Now I gotta figure a way to shoehorn Americana into my Sinatra/show tunes spree. Not to mention that next week will be absolutely killer for new music: something by Elvis Costello, Emmylou Harris, Rufus Wainwright--and Joe Henry! I suspect the latter will not be wunnerful, judging by the new song he played in concert last year. But I hope against hope.

Anyhow, Mrs. WTJ is home and we both need company. Ciao.

@ 9:20:00 PM,

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