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December 17, 2008


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Think of endings in terms of Keynesian creative destruction. Economies (monetary, emotional, intellectual) abhor a vacuum. Just wait.

This reminds me of a joke in a Tarkovsky movie (Stalker, I think): a guy is crossing a swamp and finds someone stuck in the mud. He pulls him out, and the rescued guy yells: "What the hell are you doing? That's where I live!" You see? That's exactly the kind of Slavic fatalism we Americans can never succumb to. Especially Americans from Southern California, the land of the sunny pessimists.

Speaking of LA and by extension the end of human civilization, I've been lassoed into helping a friend of a friend write a spec teleplay (make that six teleplays) for a kids' TV show to be submitted to the Brazilian Ministry of Culture (or something) by Jan. 20. Actually earlier, since she's going to have to translate it all into Portuguese.

How crazy things get. I just started David Foster Wallace's (my avoidance of initials signaling my newness to him) "Infinite Jest," too. I haven't been this blown away by words on a page since I read "The Sound and the Fury." Am I calling Wallace a new Faulker? I should wait till I finish the book before making such claims.

Funny thing is, like I was saying about beauty and death, and how fear of the latter focuses your mind on the former, I wouldn't have found out about this guy if it weren't for his recent suicide (underlined at the bookstore with a sign saying "RIP" under his books).

Endings, beginnings, more endings, more beginnings. Brahm's was commissioned to write a cello concerto and a violin concerto, but one of the commissioners backed out, so he combined the two (don't quote me on this, but it's something like that), and the result is great! The opening motif sounds like me when I'm angry at my kids. (I wish.)

Hello Johnny,

LA and the end of civilation... yeah. But is death and beauty really intertwined in the way you suggest? Or is something else going on? And, are you really a Johnny-come-lately? You know, I never realized how much more.... what's the word? upbeat (??) you are then me. Here, I was just down in the dumps when the dream ended... but of course just like you said, most things abhor a vacuum.

Dreams and the spygame
It is of course the fundamental rule: Burn After Reading

CIA Officer: We'll... interface with the FBI on this dead body.
CIA Superior: No, no. God no. Burn the body. Get rid of it.
CIA Superior: So what did we learn from this?
CIA Officer: Um... I don't know.

So what should we do with the analyst?

But him on the next flight to Caracas, for chrissake!

No, that's the flight you should put me on (for chrissake!) :)

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