I don't know why I was thinking about this today. Some things just pop in to your
head when you aren't looking, I guess...
My dad considers himself an anarchist, but the way he expresses it is rather odd.
It can all be summed up in something he once said to me about his flavor of anarchy:
I'm an anarchist, so I never jaywalk. I bet you'd expect someone who calls himself
an anarchist to jaywalk wouldn't you? Well? Wouldn't you?
The reason I don't jaywalk is that, by deliberately crossing against the light, you're
admitting that the light controls you.
So, as an anarchist, I always obey the light to prove that it doesn't control me.
I don't want to go spreading rumors or anything, but I get the feeling that any doctors
who might have drawn my father's blood in the 60s wouldn't have been too surprised
to have seen the LSD float to the top.
Now, if you all don't mind, I'm going to go into my closet and curl up with a copy
of "Is Paris Burning?"
This is actually true - I recently yanked a bunch of trash out of my closet, and I've
converted it into a reading room.
Maybe "reading room" is a little too grand to describe it. And, for that matter, I
don't think that most people would talk about "curling up" with a copy of "Is Paris
Burning?" considering the fact that it's the story of the occupation of Paris by a
bunch of Nazi scumbags. You might curl up with a copy of "Cat in the Hat," but not
this book.
No, sir.
If I were feeling more enterprising tonight, then I'd probably post an RSS4C link
to the book. However, it looks like Don
XML is trying to mix up a bunch of Google juice for me on the subject, so maybe
I'll take the night off. I'm close to collapsing anyway.
Don's post has,
thus far, resulted in two more RSS4C supporters on the list, so that's cool. I feel
like I can take a little breather.
Thank you, Mr. XML.