NOTE 8/21/07:
Sorry. I'm a little backed up right now. Please check back next week for a new post.
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Hey, so here's an idea: when this whole thing ends (January 20, 2009) let's pretend it never happened.
I mean it.
The whole stupid thing ends then. All the embarrassment. All the cringing moments we have when we listen to him speak publicly. (You know who I mean.)
All the everyhing. Let's pretend it never happened.
I'll go one further. (I like to do that, sometimes. I like to go one further. Not two. Just one.) I write. I produce a cultural product. You might, too. You have friends who do. We know writers and artists and poets and painters and journalists and historians and graffiti artists and street corner ranters and all. We know them. Or we know people who know them. We are a part of a web, a web of culture. Follow that web and you'll find that we all know everybody eventually. Follow that web and I'll bet we'll find that we all like each other eventually. Even the people we hate the most. We know someone who likes them. Or we know someone who knows someone who knows someone.
Sure.
And a lot of us feel it. A lot of us are frustrated or embarrassed. A lot of us, no matter how we feel about things in general. No matter what our personal philosophies are. No matter how much we disagree with our core beliefs. Etc. We are all sort of coming around. Many, many of us feel frustrated or embarrassed by the whole thing—the whole last seven years.
Our history will continue into the future and it will say what we all agree together to say about it.
Let's pretend it didn't happen. Let's just not mention the eight years. Let's pretend something else was going on. Something dull maybe. The history books could all say:
2000 - 2008: Nothing so much happened.
And then we can move on.
There are books and movies and songs and such that have been made over the last few years that discuss all this embarrassing, frustrating stuff. Let's just agree to put them in a big box. Destroying them would probably be wrong. So we'll put them in a box and promise to never open that box. And so no one finds out what really happened, we'll hide the box. We can maybe hide it in my closet.
That's what I think we could do. Pass it on.
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Two songs: Go here and listen to "The Trolley Song", and then go here and listen to "Gasn Nign".
5 comments:
I couldn't agree with you more.
-Natalie
P.S. If you ever find a way to get out of 1988 will you please let me know? These pink overalls are totally crushing my style.
I'd rather not hide the box. Make the box a huge metal box that can be sealed after we are done filling it. Then we put the huge metal sealed box on a marble block in the public square. Like a monument. Then we forget. Every day we walk past the strange monument with no recollection at all why it is there or what it represents.
I'm afraid that someone would open the box, bobby. We'd have to somehow make it impossible to open. What if someone gets inside? And reads? And finds out?
How they would judge us!
Maybe the box could be in the form of a huge pink elephant and stand in the middle of a large park that contains an ampitheatre where musicians come and play songs of bliss. Maybe the flowers will never die and the rain will come at just the right times. The birds will always sing even as the crickets chirp in the night. Nobody will want to see what's contained within the elephant, 'cause they'll desire no more than what they have.
And we'll call the park Eutopia.
We could put it all in a time capsule, like they have kids do when they are little in school. Then when we open the box decades from now we can laugh at how "silly" the things are that we put in the box. A good laugh would remedy the situation...at least temporarily. In the mean time, we could forget.
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