maanantai 30. maaliskuuta 2015

Hemingway's fish

For some reason I've been making fun of Ernest Hemingway for years now (why? why? why am I always making fun of serious people?) so I thought that it might be a good idea to actually read his books (and not just excerpts and stuff like that). Unfortunately, it turns out that his books are very boring. Maybe the problem is that the only versions I could find are old Finnish translations, but... Jesus, so far they're painfully boring. It all seems so HUMOURLESS.

(But it could be that Hemingway was one of those people who seem humourless but are actually funnier than you.)

(By the way: did you know that children who hit puberty rebel against their family in order to decrease the chance of incest? Yeah, when I said "by the way" I truly meant "by the way", as this has absolutely nothing to do with anything and I'm not even sure if it's true. It makes biological sense though. Do teenagers in hunter-gatherer societies rebel against their family?)

I just can't bring myself to care about Hemingway's characters or anything happening to them. They don't feel real, and they're supposed to feel real I guess. I'll give them another chance, but. Barack Obama is my mother. There you go, I'm not making sense anymore. I love to eat trees. What's wrong with me? Yeah. So anyway. I'm also reading Ham on Rye by Bukowski again (two years ago Bukowski was so hot, you know, and I wanted to go back) and compared to that Hemingway's writing is

(I'm also reading other stuff and liking some of it and not liking some of it. I often dislike "important" books. It's like some books are important because they're boring. Like the people who decided that those books are "important" did it just to pretend that they were smart enough to like them, or something like that, it's hard to say right now because I have no idea where my feet are.)

Maybe there's some great hidden Point that you must find in order to get Hemingway. But right now it seems that Hemingway will continue to be a writer that I consider to be sort of funny and stimulating as a character but not so much as a writer. In that sense he's kind of like Miki Liukkonen. Somewhat funny and interesting as a character but rather boring as a writer. I don't know. I'm sure some people will consider me boring. I'm going to marry Richard Dawkins and he's going to live in my mouth. You see, Harry, that had absolutely nothing to do with what we're talking about here. The only reason I wrote that is that I'm a melting clock in a Salvador Dali painting.

Yeah, okay

I almost managed to read The Old Man and the Sea (because it is short) and the only thing that I found interesting about it was the fact that the old man actually sees how intelligent and beautiful the fish are and feels bad for killing them, but keeps killing them anyway. That was interesting. I was surprised to find out that apparently, Hemingway was actually able to see an ethical dilemma with the whole animal killing thing. Of course, he kept doing it anyway. Because he was poetic and true and deep and all that, and my simple mind will never get all the deepness. Sure. I love you Aladdin, just give me a bedroom door and we can leave this town behind...

lauantai 28. maaliskuuta 2015

Let me in

Davey Havok is everything I'm looking for in a man. Unfortunately it seems that I'm not looking for a man at the moment. Am I even looking for a woman? I don't know, I'll probably never have a girlfriend. Or a husband.

When it comes to this writing books thing, I don't need to (I don't want to) reach everybody. Reaching one kid in every classroom would be more than enough. Maybe you know what kind of kids I'm talking about... Sweet baby Jesus, how many classrooms are there in the world? That's a lot of classrooms. So many classrooms that I'm clearly insane, but maybe it can be done.

I'm not sure why and how it happened, but that song, Balcony doors by Jo Rose, was the most important song in my life in the summer of 2012.

I was battling hopelessness at the time and I felt painfully lonely in the world, and somehow Balcony doors and some other songs by Jo Rose... I don't know, they made me feel a little less alone. To me, they felt almost holy. The funny thing is that Jo Rose is certainly not a huge mainstream artist whom everybody knows or whom I should know about. Actually, in 2012, that little live performance with 3000 views was the only version I could find of Balcony doors. And then I YouTube-to-mp3'd it and... well. Calling this 'genius' would be an understatement, because 'genius' sounds so cold and mechanical and these things are something more than that... Ah, I don't know.

Sometimes, suddenly, very random things become very important.

Actually, when I think about it, it's nearly always the very random things that become the most important things.

torstai 26. maaliskuuta 2015

sunnuntai 22. maaliskuuta 2015

tiistai 17. maaliskuuta 2015

I don't hate Kanye West anymore

Now that I've realized that everyone hates Kanye West, I don't hate him anymore. His existence doesn't bother me at all anymore. This is what always happens. I'm a machine and this is the way I was programmed. I'm incapable of hating somebody that everybody hates. It seems meaningless. I only hate people and things that are so wrong and horrible that they should be hated by everybody but aren't. Things like fish bowls.

"What people like, I don’t like" is the best James Dean quote. I often hear that in my head when I look at the world around me. What people like, I don't like. What people hate, I don't hate. What people hate, I try to understand.

torstai 12. maaliskuuta 2015

I truly believe this is the case

Actually I remember reading that being smarter makes you happier and happier until it reaches the point that you're more intelligent than 95-98% of people. At that point intelligence starts becoming a problem. "Too intelligent" is a thing and I want to remove my head.

tumblr is a strange place and kind of cool because there things like reading are considered normal things to do.

tiistai 10. maaliskuuta 2015

torstai 5. maaliskuuta 2015

All bestsellers are long.
Many people lack imagination, and a good example of this is the fact that when people try to imagine what aliens might look like, they usually come up with creatures that look like humans or other animals.

I mean, maybe they look like slime. Maybe they look like water. Maybe they don't really "look" like anything.
Ties make no sense.

There are two kinds of people: those who understand that ties make no sense, and those who wear ties for 60 years without realizing that ties make no sense. The latter group is much larger, and quite dangerous.
It's not always easy to like the people that you love.

tiistai 3. maaliskuuta 2015

The most interesting person in Springfield is Mr. Smithers

He's good, but in love with someone who's deeply evil

maanantai 2. maaliskuuta 2015

sunnuntai 1. maaliskuuta 2015

There's nothing as painful as thinking that you're the only one who's brilliant.

There's nothing as painful as thinking that you're the only one who knows.

There's nothing as painful as thinking that you're the only one who cares.

There's nothing as painful as thinking that you're the only one who understands.

There's nothing as painful as feeling alone in the world. I'm glad I'm not alone.