Well this isn’t a bad moment. Couldn’t be much better really, the present moment being so generally difficult to beat. So I’m sitting at the Woody Creek Tavern having a cup of coffee and getting ready to order my first meal of the day at 2:00 in the afternoon, two days after Christmas in the year of our Sun, 2007. I’ll begin by giving you a little astrology report. The Age of Aquarius is coming, thank god, is actually really in the midst of coming, by Sun, by enlightenment, by illumination. A new age finally, after two thousand odd years of dysfunction, selfishness, and the idiotic dream land of Pisces (no offence meant for you Pisces out there). The change is already under way, in this most marvelous moment, the present.
I keep thinking that we are somewhere deep inside of Mindhead, which is just a word I got from a cheesy Steve Martin and Eddie Murphy movie called Bowfinger. Mindhead is meant to be a takeoff on Scientology, but the Mindhead concept has some potential as an idea for our own little heads to expand.
I’ve begun to get this conception of the Mindhead as an articulation of a universal consciousness, a frequency somewhere “out there,” of which we are all a part.
Back to the drawing room, two glasses of wine later, still at the Tavern bar, satiated from a veggie tamale and a cheese enchilada. Yum is all I can say, and back to the keyboard of this mad little machine, the computer. The typing happens very fast, but there is often too much background noise, what with all the emails coming in, and all the dumb news to check on Google News, the worst source for news on the internet. But where else is a news hungry man supposed to go? It’s not really all so bad, it’s just that it’s so full of “news” everyday, just like CNN and FOX.
The problem is that most of this drivel is not news. It’s just the same old shit. Somebody died of cancer. Somebody overdosed. Somebody killed somebody. Somebody got more successful than somebody else. A volcano erupted. A VW broke down. Another “invention” was “invented.”
What about the real news, meaning that which is actually new? Well the real news is Mindhead. The real news, in this world of entertainment news, is the news that will actually entertain me, and by entertain I mean expand my mind. That which does not expand my mind is not news. Hence I have grown weary of the general drivel in this massively idiotic, repetitive, and greedily loony mass media.
This afternoon I will drive down-valley to run errands with a higher concentration of real people. The real people are my favorite. But I cannot seem to extricate myself from the addiction that is Aspen. I have to live in Aspen. I love it too much, even while I am overly exposed to a scum of the earth psychopathic elite who think they are somehow entitled to a 20,000 square foot mansion and a leer jet, while the working people of this little town have to work two or three jobs just to afford a twelve foot by twelve foot space in this little wonderland. And the greedheads only grace us with their presence one or two months a year, but they leave their giant screw you mansions everywhere to remind us how much we miss them when their gone.
But tomorrow I’ll ski, and all will be well again, and this afternoon, I will spend my time in thrift stores, surrounded by the real heads. Why are the working locals in Aspen so happy? They are happy because even while they toil and toil to make a nice little trip for the billionaires, they also have a double super buzz, because not only are they stoned, and not only did they get huge powder shots yesterday on highlands bowl, they are also keenly aware that the dull rich person they are standing across from, serving a drink to, is more miserable and empty than they have ever been in their whole life. So what’s that, if it’s not something to smile about?
Welcome to Fat City, USA, where the working folks can smile, because they are richer than the rich here can ever possibly imagine.
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