Simply Inspiring!

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Initial thoughts on Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself

Back when I was out hustling, trying to get Old and Dirty into as many bookstores as I could, I had an interesting conversation with a clerk in a store in Sacramento.  We were talking books and asking each other if we had read this or that like a couple of pseudo intellectuals, and when the topic of David Foster Wallace came up, I remember the clerk raving about him and Infinite Jest and how it was so brilliant.Image

“Did you read the whole book?” I asked.

“No,” he replied.

Immediately, I started laughing inside my head and did my best to hide what I was thinking.  You gotta be kidding me, I thought.  All these people.  All these books.  They love David Foster Wallace, but yet, I’ve never met anyone who’s actually read Infinite Jest from cover to cover.

Don’t get me wrong.  David Foster Wallace is a genius, and I’ll be the first to admit I’m nowhere near his talent, but I gotta be honest.  The only people I’ve ever met who’ve read him are white guys in their late twenties to early thirties, who wear thick framed glasses and tight jeans and soccer shoes.

I don’t know what that means, but for some reason it just rubs me the wrong way, you know?  Like how all these girls love Twilight, or something.

I mean, I’ve tried to get into David Foster Wallace’s writing a few times, but I’m a such a prisoner to plot and climax that the moment the book gets too complicated, I lose interest.  Like Blood Meridian for example.  Time magazine called it one of the three best novels ever and I remember reading it waiting for the picture to clear in my head but it never did, and I ended up reading it for reading sake, which I’ve sworn to myself that I will never do again, but whatever, I’ll probably do it again because I’m stubborn.

That all said, while I can’t see myself diving into Infinite Jest, I have found myself fascinated with the man himself.  Like I’ll spend an entire night listening to his interviews on YouTube because I like listening to him talk.

So when I saw that David Lipsky had written a non-fiction book about their road trip together, I couldn’t help it and decided to buy the book, and for the first time in a long time, I was geeked out about a book and couldn’t wait to read it.

I’ve read the first few pages and so far so good.  Hopefully I read the whole thing.

Bret Easton Ellis called Wallace, “the most tedious, overrated, tortured, pretentious writer of [his] generation.”

Maybe one day, someone will say that about me.

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RIP: Ultimate Warrior. You were the David Foster Wallace of wrestling.

I, Hulk…Hogan, have a question…to answer your question. As you, Hulk Hogan, travel to…WRESTLEMANIA…by conventional means, the normals you travel with experience malfunctions. As you realize ALL THAT IS LEFT is total self-destruction, do you, Hulk Hogan, show self-pity? DO YOU, Hulk Hogan, try to reason why? Do you, Hulk Hogan, try and comfort the normals that have even more fear than you?

Or do you, Hulk Hogan, kick the doors out? Kick the cockpit door down. Take the two pilots that have already made the sacrifice so that you can face the challenge. Dispose of them, Hulk Hogan. Assume the controls, Hulk Hogan. SHOVE THAT CONTROL INTO A NOSEDIVE, HULK HOGAN! Push yourself to total self-dstruction. As you realize, Hulk Hogan, you are about to enter a world close to Parts Unknown. Ah, smell it, warriors. Do you, Hulk Hogan, look for a place to hide? Or do you, Hulk Hogan, face the challenge that may be more powerful than EVEN YOU ARE, HULK HOGAN!

You, Hulk Hogan, must self-destruct so that you will know, Hulk Hogan, who is…The Chose One. FOR HULK HOGAN, I am not the Chosen One…that you speak of. I am not. I, Hulk Hogan, am…the only…one…

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30 for 30: The Bad Boys

I can’t wait.

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My Final Thoughts on HIMYM

I can’t believe after nine years it’s finally over.  And while I’m still trying to process the ending as I sit at my desk when I should be sleeping, I think the beauty of HIMYM is that it always forced you to look at your own life and it made you appreciate all the memories along the way, no matter the end result.Image

God. In 2005 we still had MySpace.  Think about how antiquated that sounds for a second.

I was just starting out, working my first real job, just like Ted, and just like Ted, I was going out at night, wondering if this was gonna be the night I’d meet the one.

Nine years later, and my college roommates are all married with kids, and so is my childhood friend Doc, who’s expecting his first son in June, but here I am, in no position to take that step, living like Uncle Jesse from Full House while I watch my younger brother raise his family.

To watch him while his daughter tries to wake him up in the morning, I can’t help but wish I was as lucky.

My favorite episode of HIMYM will always be the Slutty Pumpkin.  It was the first episode I ever saw and for some reason, I can just identify with Ted as he waited hopelessly on the roof, waiting for the Slutty Pumpkin to come back into his life.

A distant second is the Game Night episode where we find out why Barney became Barney, and in a close third is Zip, Zip, Zip, when Robin and Barney have a bros night out.

There’s something about that first season that does it for me.

And now it’s over.

The characters have aged since the pilot, and so, too, have I.  I mean, I freaking used to have hair back then.  I guess it’s some kind of coincidence that I lost interest in the show around 2010, when I started to look a lot less like Ted and more like Ranjit.

I only found out about the last episode on Sunday, and when I did, I knew I had to watch it because, first, I’ve been waiting for this moment since 2005, and second, I wanted to feel some of that first season innocence again.  I wanted to feel like Ted’s eyes in that pilot episode, and I wanted to see if he still had them in the series finale.

And the funny thing about that, was as he sat on the bench in the train station, sitting next to that old woman, I saw a glimpse of myself.

“Go talk to her,” she told Ted, and like I would’ve done, Ted snapped back and said, “All right.  Just be cool, lady.  Damn.”

Of course, I would’ve said it with a few expletives but it was pretty much on point.

For the first time in a while, it made me realize that I’m not so dead inside yet, and that I still have a little bit of that thing that makes people smile.

The generation before me has Friends, and the generation before that has Seinfeld, and now my generation has a show to call its own.

It’s not so bad when I think about it.  Things could be a lot worse.  I mean, I’d hate to think what the generation below me will do when The Big Bang Theory ends its run.


And with that, it’s getting a little late.  No big ending or clever saying to end this blog entry.

We met the mother and realized that love is a lot more complicated than it seems, and for once, I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.

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