Talkin' trash to the garbage around me.

16 December, 2005

What the hell is going on in here?

What do I want to talk about? Me?

Well, if you really want to know. I want to talk about why our world is so fucked up. I want to talk insider baseball. Horse races. I want to talk ad-busting. I want to talk about Great. Fucking. Art. I want to talk about why I have to see Paris Hilton every time I turn on the goddamned tv.

I want to talk about working. Or not working. Or telling your boss to go fuck himself, you're not taking any more of his shit. I want to talk about how deceptively simple it can all be. And how impossibly complex. I want to talk about the sacred and the profane. Definitely the profane.

I want to talk change. I want to talk democracy. I want to talk about socialism. About labor. About our environment. About our culture. I want to talk about ending one-party rule in the United States. I want to talk about ending the war. I want to talk about answers. I want to talk about solutions. I want to talk about reform. Or revolt.

I want to talk about rock 'n roll. About jazz. About the symphony and bluegrass. I want to talk about performances that left us gasping for breath. About recordings that should be hung in the Met.

I want to talk about the weather. The people whose paths I cross. The places I visit. I want to talk about life. I want to talk about how you, and me, and everyone we've ever known are shaping and simultaneously being shaped by the historical vistas in which we dwell.

That's what I want to talk about. Thanks for asking, and welcome to Medulla Noodle.