iHate sexy.
Please, stop bringing it back. Take my girlfriend (please), who's plenty sexy, but for good measure feels compelled to smatter her work, her life, indeed, with it as a kind of personal edge-cum-business utility, which is rather like putting one of these in one of these.
It's the world we live in, she would say, and she would be right. This year, though, after idling the foregoing years in darkness, I've finally hit upon the answer: live in a different world! Become expert in the constructions of yurts and live with a nomadic tribe in the outskirts of Mongolia. Find a corner of the earth where Steve Jobs, Justin Timberlake, et al. fall a distant second to a lactating Yak.
Oops. What's this? A Greek chorus, hmm? Well, let's hear what they have to say -
But it is the sacred and the profane!
They must exist together.
They are complementary.
You must embrace the one to fully embrace the other.
- well that is true, isn't it? Damn Greeks. There's a problem, though. Today, what passes for sacred (nationalism, religious dogma, ambition, bigdreams, money, the social contract I never signed) isn't really sacred at all and what passes for the profane (Britney Spears, E! Television, Hollywood, Carl's Jr. hamburgers, Mardi Gras) sure as hell ain't profane.
To have things like these form your constellation of that which is sacred and that which is profane is to do nothing other than be a dead human being. And not in a good way.
C'mon, let's go milk some Yaks, who's in?
Happy New Year.
2 comments:
What if my constellation of sacred and profane is wider than what you propose? Maybe mine includes holy Beauty AND ugly human shortcomings? Grace AND the pathetic, even and esp. when it comes in the form of "utility"?
The problem, Dearest Blog Writer, is that you are indulging in Good and Bad, and nothing makes us "dead" faster than categorization.
I don't *want* to live in a different world. I want to be curious and expansive, sprouting and embracing to *this* one; Sometimes that means not rejecting that which "isn't even sacred at all" or "sure as hell ain't profane" -- but only mediocre, or commonplace, or disappointing -- but it also means possibly finding a unification of things beyond Yes and No.
...b/c sometimes fiddling around with your "ante-profane" is the road we walk to get to our sacred.
Would you really want your girlfriend to be all glitter and no glue? Call me naive, but I like to think (hope?) that our air fresheners are PART of our forests, them being the same One whole if you zoom out far enough. Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater, otherwise you ain't got no baby.
ooh, a threat!
(now we're cooking with gas).
I think it's time for a little fireside chat. I think it's terribly endearing that you leave an apple on Chuang Tzu's desk every morning, but he throws it out each time before you take your seat and it ain't going into cosmic Oneness, it's going into the trash can.
That being said, however, let me congratulate you heartily on that majestic piece of acceptance of yours. You're a regular existential statue of liberty - "give me your poor, your tired," etc.
The problem, Dearest Blog Commenter, is that finally there is nothing to accept that isn't already past and changing. Go ahead and unhinge your jaw, and swallow at once the sacred, profane, the faux-sacred, the faux-profane and all in between, but you'll still be hungry. It ain't no happy meal.
You *want* to live in *this* world, do you? That sounds like Yes to me. Hear that? That's the sound of an apple roundly hitting the bottom of a garbage can.
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