Reasons To Be Cheerful

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[OP ED]

(Genius will out.)

i'd like to think so anyway.

thanks again mr. wells.

...


Radiohead --- Push/Pulk(revolving doors)/Like Spinnig Plates


There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors in the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don't
There are doors that let you in and out
But never open
And there are trapdoors
That you can't come back from

...

While you make pretty speeches,
I'm being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance

When this just feels like spinning plates.
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.

[lightningBugout]

My bike is fixed and purring like a kitty smoking thai-stick....

[Zap]

Agates.

[OP ED]

A good blowjob every now and then from the wife can work wonders, too.

agreed. except, y'know, the part about your wife.

really kind of obvious though.

in that sense i can say i am cheerful that none of the states i frequently abide in seem to enforce their archaic sodomy laws.

[mentalgongfu2]

D&R tobacco and Boulevard beer

[Seamus OBlimey]

Slate.

[Zap]

Slate.

Really?

[Seamus OBlimey]

Really. I'm saving up for a garden path, picking up pieces large and small on my daily rounds. It's coming along.

[Zap]

Cool. I love rocks of all kinds, doing some flagstones and sitting boulders at my house soon, myself.

My agate post was inspired by finding the biggest one I've gotten yet:

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/374 ... afe7_o.jpg

Weird thing was, I didn't even know it was an agate til after I'd picked it up ... was on mushrooms actually, by myself out in a river in my underwear for 5-6 hours (got a great sunburn), was thinking about the interplay between Flow and Form, when I saw a rock in the stream and for some reason heard myself say "that pretty much sums it up" and grabbed it - but didn't even realize for several minutes that I'd found a huge agate, until I'd cleaned some of the algae and other life off of it.

PS - how agates happen is an unsolved mystery: http://www.agatesofscotland.co.uk/Agate%20Formation.htm

[jingofever]

I'm cheerful about the preachers on shortwave radio. Even (especially) the raving lunatics. Some of them speak to a congregation. So yes, there are people out there who are crazier than us.

[monster]

Baseball on the radio. (Jon Miller in particular, but Dave Fleming is also excellent.)

[monster]

6 year old artists

[Jeff]

Both the novel and the film (trailer and "unpleasant fact number one"). The only movie I ever felt compelled to force upon girlfriends.



Harry Joy, cursed with an affable nature and a love of the soft life, has drifted into the cocoon of marriage and a job running an ad agency. He doesn’t ask too many questions, and the tug of eternity does not graze his consciousness.

But an accident happens. He dies. He ascends through filo-paper-thin layers of reality and looks down upon his life and finds it wanting. His marriage has a worm in the center, a certain Joel by name, and his job in the agency involves advertising carcinogenic products.

Joy is quickly resuscitated. Reborn, he looks around him and observes life with eyes that have a piece of eternity lodged in them. Very inconvenient. He suspects that he is in Hell. He keeps a notebook and gathers evidence to this effect. And of course his new attempts to “be good” cause havoc in this world run on the well-oiled, silent assumptions of evil.

He has had examples of goodness in his lyrically recalled childhood: a father who told tall stories about the world being his oyster, full of discoverable pearls; and a mother who never ran out of patience or love, like a magic well.

As soon as Joy tries to fire the agency’s most lucrative client, Krappe Chemicals (worth two million) because its products cause cancer, his colleague Joel starts a movement to have him institutionalized.

If he had found someone he half-trusted he might have confessed, initially, that the chances of this being Hell were about sixty-forty. But as the weeks rolled on the evidence has mounted and he is not, according to his own checks, mad…This is not the childish hell of the Christian Bible with its flames. Here, obviously they planned more subtle things.

But one night, concealed in the branches of a tree, pestered by inquisitive neighbors, he sees his wife and her lover Joel larking about in adulterous camaraderie below and his two children in an incestuous act upstairs. This is Hell indeed.

Hiding out in a suite at the Hilton he studies a cancer map of the city which indicates, by shading, the areas of greatest prevalence. He is convinced this is a map of Hell. Soon he engages the services of a part-time prostitute, who becomes his benefactor and teaches him some of Hell’s survival techniques.

http://petercareybooks.com/Bliss/Reviews-Jill-Neville


Alright, it doesn't sound cheerful. But read it or watch it and tell me it isn't.

[brainpanhandler]

"I've always been drawn to dark, eccentric personalities," says Los Angeles singer songwriter Aimee Mann. On Smilers, her 7th solo CD, Mann presents thirteen exquisitely-crafted new songs about the inner life of people living far from the bright lights of success or fame.