Sunday, June 05, 2005

Random Quote

Loyal watched Glengarry Glen Ross again recently, and felt the need to repost this marvelous piece of dialogue--especially in the hands of Al Pacino.

"You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheated on your wife? You did it--live with it. You fuck little girls. So be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, then be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it."

Amen.

The one year anniversary

Today marks one year since the untimely passing of Ronald Wilson Reagan.

Of course, it also marks the one year anniversary of the nuptials of She Who Is The Valiant Slayer of Redneck Bureaucrats and Field Rabbit #3.

Loyal would like to take this opportunity to convey some thoughts:

It has been one year since Loyal had the wonderful privilege of serving in an honored capacity at your wedding. Loyal remembers that day and the period leading up to it as an exciting, joyous, wonderful time. Thankfully the only thing pregnant was the air, with possibility.

The day itself was wonderful. Everything cooperated, the weather, the police, the Nazi inn proprietoress. How happy Loyal was for both of you.

What an exciting time---how time stretched out before you, uncertainty abounding except for the strength of your love and committment. Loyal rooted for both of you all the way.

And now here you both are, in the land of the sun, building a solid, responsible, happy life away from the dysfunction and insanity of the Great White North. What an awesome thing to consider. Loyal is very proud of The Old Married Couple. Loyal hopes that Loyal fulfilled the role assigned with panache, grace, and class. Loyal very much was happy you chose to play Loyal's music at the reception. Loyal enjoyed very much the chance to cut that weasel's balls off and make him eat them.

Happy happy happy anniversary.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Commencement Address

The wonderful weeks of early May. The weather is mild, the sky is a nice shade of light blue, with wonderful dusks that fill one with a sense of joy and endless possibility. Loyal loves this time of year, and likens it to the feeling of getting circulation back into one's limbs after they've fallen asleep. So many wonderful sensory memories of this time of the year. But mostly these weeks signal the end of the school year, with all the attendant events.


It is that time of year again. Time to trot out the bagpipes. Time for the undergrads to stagger, reeking of beer and bad credit, towards their uncomfortable metal chairs to endure commencement. Loyal has been fortunate to have had some good commencement speaker experiences. Loyal has always toyed with the idea of making a commencement speech. Loyal will now address a commencement speech to the entire graduating class of 2005, high school and undergrads alike.

Ahem.

It is graduation day. A day on which certain words will be uttered which will never be uttered with you in mind again. Future, hope, possibility, promise, dreams, talent.

Look to your right and to your left, especially those of you in the high school audience. Right now, you either feel heartbreakingly close to these people, or, if your graduation experiences were like Loyal's, you wish you could have manuevered your last name sufficiently enough so that you could have sat next to people you actually gave a rat's ass about and who didn't treat you like a cipher. Both of Loyal's graduation experiences consisted of Loyal sitting perturbed and annoyed by some extraneous circumstance. Commencement, after all, in Latin means: "double parked."

Look to your right and to your left. You will never see these people again. If you do, you will wish you hadn't. You will move on, they will move on. You will meet people who are funnier, smarter, better-looking. Many of your classmates will end up in nightmares. Some things are hard-wired into the human brain. The conversation is always the same: in December you will come home and say to a person to whom you inexplicably still speak, "Wow, didn't Person A get real *fat, *gay, *depressed, *slutty, *beaten up by her 40 year old alcoholic janitor boyfriend?"

This will happen. It will.

But that's okay. You are a fool to think that you will keep this moment. That you can revisit these places that you loved. They're gone. The time is gone. It moves on. You must learn to accept that life is a continuous series of losses, interrupted only by the rate at which you are successful at making incursions into the ebbing away.

That rate of success is also known as the rate of diminishing returns.

But, cheer up---you're graduating today!

Loyal is somewhat older than you. Loyal is of a different generation, even though not many years separate us when one thinks about it. You are far better at compartmentalizing, at multi-tasking, at recognizing the need for skill sets and incremental, well-rounded development. You have been scheduled and trained and fit into the mold of the achiever. You will go on recognizing organizations, assessing how you can fit, what skills you need to fit, what goals you need to achieve, and you will achieve them. Then you will move on, like a field of achievement oriented locusts. You're so much more accomplished, so much what corporate America wants in trainees. You have been prepared for the new paradigm---that of the lateral life. Where you do not move upward so much as you move sideways, attempting to keep your balance.

You look smug. You should be. You're very talented, very driven, very accomplished. But Loyal has some dire news for you all.

As long as the upper middle class holds out, the next generation is going to be even more adept than you.

So you're going to be in trouble when these wolverines come with their rich resumes and their keen understanding of organizational physics.

But Loyal has some advice.

Learn how to fail. That's right. That's your one negative trait. You don't know how. You've never failed. You take the steps to achieve, and the achievement you seek occurs. That's just expected. But when the day comes when they brush you aside--the question is, will you shrug and lateral yourself until you lateral yourself into irrelevancy?

Don't you have any guts? Don't you want to stop being so cautious? Why don't you fail?

Loyal isn't advocating failure, really. Loyal isn't saying drink yourself into a stupor, don't attend class, be content with working at Video 2 Rol and going home to a warm glass of butter. Loyal is saying that failure gives you the confidence that you've faced the hole, and really, it's not that bad. It gives you the freedom to take the big risk, to go for the gusto.

If you want to play by the rules, and never think of putting your stamp on anything, just disregard what Loyal has said.

Failure teaches you regret, it teaches you humility, and it teaches you that things don't end until you're dead or in a persistent vegetative state. And even then, Tom DeLay might swoop in to save you!

Loyal has tasted failure. Loyal lived in fear before that moment and shortly afterward that failure of any sort might jeopardize the assured reality destined for Loyal that one day Loyal would be an international corporate lawyer. Loyal then realized there were plenty of better destinies, and that maybe failure had opened the door to a different way of living. The Buddhists have it right---once you learn to give things up, you are lighter than you ever were.

Loyal thinks about how clueless Loyal was before failure. Smug, assured of Loyal's destiny, assured of Loyal's place in the world, and of the importance Loyal had
in that world. Then failure happened. Suddenly, Loyal realized that the friends Loyal had didn't like Loyal, that no one had rememebred a single important thing Loyal had said. The destiny Loyal was assured of evaporated.

It was great.

Well, it wasn't great at the time. It sucked, quite frankly. But Loyal grew some bigger, better balls. More importantly, Loyal gained perspective. You are sorely lacking in perspective.

Most of you will do just fine. It's an increasingly rough world you're going into. Fail now, so you can taste it, so it can nourish you---and prepare you to have the vision and guts and initiative to do something other than lateral your way through life. Because someone will always be better than you, and have a better skill set. And you should not expect that this phase of existence we are enjoying now will last forever. It will be much harder if you fail then, than if you take the time to assess your true destiny.

Your true destiny is to be a prisoner of fate, health, and of your own limitations.

Loyal is not happy. But Loyal has a good sense of balance. This is much more important. Loyal has failed. Loyal has many regrets, and many bad choices, and many moments of obliviousness. But Loyal can see that the pattern of letting go and doggedly having the guts to ride the whim of fate is working out in a strange fashion. Loyal cannot predict that it will not end in doom--but Loyal now has the confidence that it is possible to thrive and survive.

Loyal knows you are anxious to get out there and have unwise sex with someone who will someday resent you fondly. So Loyal will close with heartfelt wisdom from a man who Loyal has great respect for. You might be surprised.

"But if you are reasonably intelligent and if your anger is deep enough and strong enough, you learn that you can change those attitudes by excellence, personal gut performance, while those who have everything are sitting on their fat butts..."
---Richard Nixon

Remember, never to fear failure. Remember never to listen to those who tell you that anger is an impolite emotion. They only seek to derail you.

Thus endeth the lesson.

Kudos

Loyal Opposition would like to take the opportunity to shout "huzzah" in honor of Mrs. Field Rabbit #3, who will now forever be known as: She Who Is The Valiant Slayer of Redneck Bureaucrats. Or, more succintly: You da bomb. Huzzah!! Well done!

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Just a cotton pickin' minute

Loyal notes with disapproval that another biography of Frank Sinatra has come out, once again telling the same ol' crummy tales. Once again, the apocryphal is reported as fact. The authors have trotted out the old "Horse's head" story again.

Come on, people. Come on, all you hack writers out there. If you're going to slander a legendary vocalist and icon, be original. Do you realize how hackneyed that story is? How many times it's been used? If you're going to lie, make it an original one. Like, instead of the role in "From Here To Eternity," which rocketed Frank back to stardom, why not say that the Mafia helped him get a role in "Dirty Dingus Magee," his ill-fated and lugubrious comic western from 1970? That at least would have a head-scratching factor in it. No one would be able to figure out why Frank would employ the head-cracking tactics of La Cosa Nostra to get the role. And the mystique would increase.

Just a suggestion.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Talent for the ages

It's not as good as Justin Lamzardo's work, especially Capuchian King, but it's pretty decent, in Loyal's opinion.

for better or for w*rse

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Random Thought

Golf courses should have more concession stands.

Friday, April 15, 2005

O Cursed Squid!

Loyal is currently suffering through the exhausting ordeal of food poisoning. It is a revolting illness. Faced with the threat of food poisoning or the flu, Loyal would tell Torquemada, Tom DeLay, and Tony the Tiger anything they wanted to know. There is simply nothing like the absolute sheer loneliness of it--it's an existential disease. Firstly, one cannot suffer food poisoning in the company of others. The company of others merely exacerbates the symptoms of the disease--talking is impossible. Moving is impossible. Imperceptible thoughts are impossible. Furthermore, the disease takes so long that while one is still in the throes of it, everyone else has gone to bed. So there one is, feeling hopeless, ashamed, and exhausted. Stuck in the primeval glop. Wishing that somewhere a neutron bomb has one's name on it. And the gnawing, burning, heavy feeling in one's stomach. And it does not end. Ever. Time is refracted by one's stomach--or the lead weight that has replaced it. It's like being stuck in a tunnel. Like watching "Ishtar"--it's not as bad as death, but the unpleasantness ebbs and flows and does so so slowly that one begs for rescue. But no rescue comes. Loyal hates these kinds of sicknesses. Loyal hates restaurants that don't cook their squid. Loyal called up the owner of the restaurant and started off very politely but yet somehow ended up saying some very nasty things and then hanging up the phone. Food poisoning does this to Loyal. The endless dripping of discomfort, like drops through a filter, makes Loyal frantic like a caged animal. Every moment is a stab. Loyal does feel grateful that Loyal has been able to sample so much of Loyal's city's gourmet delights without sickness. Then again, Loyal has always been very careful about choosing restaurants. Loyal is very upset to have been misled by Zagat's, the city paper of record, word of mouth, and the reputation of the neighborhood.

But Loyal has had time to think while clutching L.O.'s crucifix and praying for release. Look, and try it for yourselves:

You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?

Though Loyal thinks F451 refers to more than one, if it be just one, then Loyal would pick Homer's The Illiad. After all, this was a book meant to be declaimed--it was a story told before it was a story written. And, anyway, it encapsulates all the messy emotions of humanity. It captures the feverishness of war, of nationalism, of love, of envy, of pride. It revels in the conflicted, ambiguous, fractured nature of being a person. It counsels against war and yet, knowing that such ideas are destructive and ripe for corruption and abuse, it also casts its lot with the ideals of honor, dignity, of having a code--and saying contradictions be damned. The Illiad is just so darned fun. That's why L.O. would love to declaim it. It's the sort of hogwash and craziness that L.O adores!

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Yes. For years L.O. harbored fantasies of meeting and falling in love with Gregor Samsa. What a catch!

The last book you bought is?

Kurt Vonnegut's Slapstick

What are you currently reading?

L.O. is currently immersed in rereading Ann Wroe's Pontius Pilate. It is a fascinating book, written by a member of the British editorial staff of The Economist. Ann Wroe does not simply write about Pontius Pilate's life, the historical details of which are sparse. She writes about why the dearth of historical details about his life has ceased to matter. She examines the Pilate story from many angles. It is a very sympathetic, but never hagiographic or apologetic, treatment of a man whose fate it was to be forever condemened in history's eyes for refusing to be more than what he was.

Five books you would take to a deserted island:

Hmmm. Of course, it always changes. For now, L.O. will limit this to books L.O. has read--and expand the definition to include plays and graphic novels.

#1: The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway. L.O. has a profound connection to and real love for this novel. L.O. takes it everywhere, without fail, whenever a permanent or semi-permanent change of scene is to take place. L.O. would not want to be without L.O.'s battered old copy.

#2: Collected Works of Robert Frost, Louis Untermeyer, ed. Even though L.O. has great affection for T.S. Eliot, there is a certain inaccessiblity to him that L.O. cannot forgive. But this particular book has been with L.O. since the age of 8 and has grown richer throughout the years as L.O. has progressed from admiring the beauty and the structure to probing the meaning of this dark, and yet hopeful poet whose connection to the earth and to life is profound and electric.

#3: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. It never fails to cheer L.O. up--and being on a desert island would necessitate that at times.

#4: The Authoritative Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Waterson. This wonderful comic compilation which has color Sunday drawings has more pathos and human warmth than most novels or plays. L.O. was a kid like Calvin and is trying to be more like Hobbes.

#5: Last but not least. Italian Folktales by Italo Calvino. These are stories largely from the sunbaked, cracked soil of Southern Italy. They take place amidst hardship, with lowly characters, yet are filled with humor and hope.

Loyal is sure the list will change---but most of those would stay regardless. Loyal wishes you all a very good evening, and hopes that each next second will pass ever more quickly than the last.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

In Memoriam

For Papa (1o years ago today) and the Pope. Rest in peace. Loyal's feeling kinda blue today. The rain isn't helping.