Famous

Photo by Steven Lasry/ From Unsplash 

I wonder if I’ll be famous. A little late in the game of course, don’t know if I’d want to be famous, anyway. The cult of celebrity, much complaint about people wanting to just be famous to be famous and not producing art of worth. A narcissistic society and what not. Still, it kind of sounds good to me.

 Of course you could be famous for saying something wrong on Instagram or murdering someone…

 I think benevolently famous for no reason is the way to go.

On the other hand, you could work hard and play harder. Start from the bottom, make your way to the top through effort, nose to the grindstone, blood, sweat, and tears: “I did it my way. It was difficult but I wouldn’t trade a minute for the world. Thank you God and my family for this Oscar.”

 Applause

 You could be Zen famous, stare into space and let famous come to you, but don’t get attached to it.

 Then again, if you’re not famous, under the radar, and going nowhere, you don’t have to worry about attached. Unless you get attached to being a loser.

 It’s very complicated!

Holiday

 

I think it’s good to wish people happy holiday instead of Merry Christmas. I mean you don’t know what they're celebrating and its foolish to assume, but I feel kind of dumb wishing people a happy holiday on Dec 24 when the it’s kind of obvious your talking about the 25. Better then not caring though and everyone seems to be happy.

 Anyway, If you see someone wearing a Santa cap or antlers you can wish them Merry Christmas. I mean, chances are. Well, antlers they could be worshiping the horned god, but it probably has something to do with Rudolf.

 Me and Roe spent a good Christmas by ourselves. We have a way of bickering for 2 minutes every three hours then forgetting about it and going back to enjoying ourselves.

 I made a Christmas dinner. Mashed sweet potatoes, steel head trout, something called Celebration Roast: a competitor of Tofurky and green beans which turned out so tough we threw them out, but they made the plate look happy.

 In the middle of making it all, I thought, what have I done, this is too much, but Roe gave me a pep talk, I took a break, then went back to the kitchen, and life went on.

 I’m haven’t been reading much of anything for a few weeks, but carrying around a big Barnes and Noble bag stuffed with books if that counts.

 Two self help books were a bust. Very obvious. They said nothing I couldn’t figure out by myself in two minutes. That means either I’m greatly mature and have already incorporated their brilliant advice into my life because of my natural gestalt or they were… really obvious. I’m betting on really obvious.

  Third one’s still interesting, though.

 Saw the Winter Waite tarot deck online where Pamela Coleman’s illustrations have added snow and candy canes and elf clothes, thought it was really cheerful and fun. However too much money but I’m still thinking about it.  It would mean 3 spaghetti dinners with Ragu, so I’m on the fence, Elves vs good meals. Don’t know.