So I have been derelict in this blogging business

But here I am in 2009 busting it out big. Yes, I feel that this shall be my year of raising myself up from lost-psuedo-intelletual redneck to a psuedo-intellectual redneck with some sense of direction in my life and preferrably also a lighter psuedo intelletual redneck with some sense of direction in my life. Yes boys and girls an honest appraisal of my girth has brought me to the conclusion that I am fat. Now, I am not sad about this in a way that most might be. I have not resigned myself to a steady diet of only camel lights and diet coke. No, I have not even considered pilates or yoga. That is all silliness in my eyes. Spirtuality and the body? Poppy-Cock. What truly motivates me is not even a fear of death (which there is an inordinate amount of floating around me these days). I suppose it is simply that one should live well and that does not include weakness of the kind I worry about it. But this is a work in project and there will be updates as they arise...
I have no lists to share here. I made a list of sorts. It was a list of predictions for 2009 but it was in a letter that I sending to a friend of mine tomorrow so tough titty as they say on that one. I will point a few high points of 2009 but it is not numbered or scored in any fashion but you should think about them none the less. My friends' band The American Princes put out a record this year that was amazing. It was so amazing that it beat out every self-involved doofus who put out a record this year (and some truly talented people as well) on Magnet's top records of 2009. It is called "Other People" and it is truly a great album. Also we had the movie "The Dark Knight." While no Frank Miller tale (whose on box office attempt was terrible!) it was pretty solid and reminds me of why I love that crazy psycho/socio-path in the black cape. As to the death of Heath Ledger or any other famous person this year I have no comment and I am sure if you asked them they would declare 2008 a total bummer.
2008 was also the year that I think as far as my thoughts go I came into my own. The interesting mix of NYC's love of the post-metaphysical and my discovery of the American Pragmatic tradition of anti-metaphysics coupled with my own profound love and respect of Democracy and hate of bull-shit coalesced into some twisted thinking but one which I am in love with and can truly call my own. I have to give credit where it was due here. To those great and far more adequate thinkers whom I am lucky to call my friend I bow. Time spent at parties, on Bushwick roof-tops, front porches, and in at least two bars spent gave me my greatest insights ( Though that bald guy and that guy who kinda spits when he talks were pretty fucking good too). A lot of thinking was worked out with you over tequilla shots, beer, crawfish, whiskey, malbec, PBR, pigs ears with blood sausage and beans, gin and tonics, whisky, Camillo Punch, biscuits and gravy, that awful white stuff, solaplexis punches, naked back flips, drop kicking of trash cans, and much, much, much, much more booze. And those people and these things were as important to the process. I think that is what willd 2008 will always mean for me. I wonder sometimes if I ever write a book if the words will smell like Whiskey and 13th Street?
Read the Comic Book DMZ. Great.
I make no predictions for 2009. I would say that things cannot get any worse but I know damn well that is not the case. But I think the situation is more in our hands than we would like to believe. I was watching this DVD tonite. It was that bald guy of previous mention having a chat with this French guy. The Bald Guy says that our modern notions of governence seem to make us think we have no place in process and this leads to European Buddhism or something sorta odd and smart and ridiculous. Well, I think that instead of politics of this that or the other we should, I don't know, get involved with the politics presented to us. But alas. Who knows. I am going to do a little bit more and see where that gets me and the rest of you.
But I am going to name this drink I am having right now the 2009: equal parts Perrier and Chivas, a squeeze of lime and a dash of fuck-all and doom.
Cheers!