Casting Call

If you got to pick who played you in a movie, who would you pick?  Do you go for someone you admire as an actor?  What does your selection say about you?  Or do you go for someone that resembles and perhaps acts like you in the spirit of creating the most accurate portrayal?  

Heath Leger

Pros

-some similar facial features

-unbelievable skills

Con

-dead

Jack Nicholson

Pros

-same beady eyes

-similar persona

Con

-too cool

Brad Pitt

Pro

-made the most of opportunities he's had, few missteps

-similar intensity

Con

-too good looking

Eddie Izzard

-similar synaptic functions

-entertaining

Con

-transvestite (not that there's anything wrong with that but I can't walk in heels….long story)

Maybe Johnny Depp is available.  Talk about a dude that has played some of the best characters ever: John Dillinger, George Jung, Hunter S. Thompson...

Going to need a script first...

Strange things are afoot at the Circle A

Not me...

I find myself at a lot of events with self proclaimed anarchists.  Like most people, some are chill, some engaging, some are quite annoying.  In my Gonzo journalistic quest for amusement and fulfilment, I have talked to many anarchists and found we have much in common:  love of personal freedom, love of reading, acrimony towards the state, anti-facism, interest in alternative history and media, environmental issues, and the expansion of personal and collective consciousness.  And many of the women are crazy hot.  "Patriarchist!" shrieks a skinny gentlemen in the Buddy Holly glasses wearing a No Gods No Masters No Showers t-shirt.  Nope.  Not at all.  Simply an observation.  "Objectifier!  Oppressor!"  hollers the unshaven, Rebenesque woman.  Nope.  I simply find that many anarchist women are beautiful creatures and far easier to talk to the men.  For people that advocate tolerance and inclusivity (provided you support what they support), I find it amusing that appearance and presence sets so many of the men ill at easy.  I keep my hair very short and when I do have facial hair I choose to keep it neat and not Amish.  I choose to have no ink (I have yet to find anything compelling or meaningful enough for self decoration) and I chose to let my piercings grow in.  I wearing comfortable clothing but it's laundered and not all black.  Perhaps its because I weigh more than any two of the men.  The looks I get from many straight anarchist men (and some of the gay women) is one that transcends political ideology and sexual orientation:  hey bro, not sure who you are but I don't dig you talking to our women.  Kind of an odd statement for a group that claims to be so down with feminism and polyamory.  No worries ladies and gentlemen, your women can take care of themselves.   

Funny shit

This is one of the few comedians I have never watched while stoned.  No particular reason, just never worked out that way.  Like most things in life, stand up is way funnier when you are nicely toasted.  No herb required to enjoy Brian Regan.  Check him out.

A wise man once said:

"We pay for life with death, everything in between should be free".  That man was Bill Hicks.  He died fifteen years ago today.  Comedian, philosopher, tortured soul, prophet.

Have been scribbling my musings in notebooks for long enough.  It's time to merge onto the information superhighway with my blinker on.  Facebook?  I have resisted that self imposed eradicator of privacy up until this point, so, no.  Twitter?  I dig the brevity by but as long as Ashton Kutcher draws breath, no.  So here we go.

I don't pretend to think that any of my wannabe Gonzo journalistic experiences will be worth dedicating to anyone.  However, if anything I write helps squeeze your third eye, well, that would be rad.

In the meantime,  RIP Bill...

My Problem

So what is my problem, anyways?  Admittedly, I am a series of contradictions.  An idealist, frustrated to the point of apathy.  I've got my whole life ahead of me but time's running out.   Mellow like The Dude, intense like The Joker.

Take Critical Mass.  Looks like a prefect fit:  relatively apolitical, a bit of a fuck you to John Law, urban safari with like minded folks, a positive and mellow vibe embodying all the best of Vancouver.  I have participated in several Masses and have always enjoyed myself.  I have to admit, I do feel conflicted when I'm corking traffic and wind up blocking in a cab driver trying to make a living, a confused senior citizen or minivan driven by a frustrated parent with a load of kids.  I have a hard time saying 'fuck you' to these people but my actions say exactly that.  They are just trying to get where they are going.  Just like me.  My feel good activism seems a bit empty.  I should be allowed to ride where and how I want without being hassled.  But do to that in a way that tries to send a message ends up hassling others.  

For me, Critical Mass represents a problem.  A problem I want to be part of so I can work on a solution...