This has become one again, thank God.
Whether or not there’s anything to say. I’m fine with that.
It’s good to have rituals. Rituals and rites of passage are the great missing elements in modern life, full as it is of “empty, homogenous time” (there’s that Benjaminian thing again).
Good place for a list. My gospels (or is it prophets?):
- Walter Benjamin
- Lao Tzu
- Blixa Bargeld
- Tu Fu
- Roberto Bolano
I know, no women. Call me a traitor to the enlightened present. Call me anything you like. It’s been a day. I’m off to bed.
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© Aron Hsiao / 2002
Life is a hard problem to solve. Annoyingly hard. This comes from a longtime professional problem-solver. Take my word for it.
And social life? Thrice as hard as life itself.
In other words—discipline, boy. Discipline. Let’s not keep knocking over the same pins, day after day, even if it seems to be the only option available. Discipline and patience. Resolve once again, to be as smart as you are. Use that massive brain of yours to find interesting loopholes in the rules of the game. That is the path forward.
There are many weird situations in life. One of them is to be from a lower-middle-class cultural background with elite skills and training, neither one thing nor the other. Utterly wrong for the cocktail parties, utterly wrong for the dive bar as well.
Back to square one: my natural habitat (the only one) is the state university campus. Where smart makes sense to people, isn’t a force for isolation, and has definite value—but at the same time, where much of the interaction as “the smart person” can be with regular folk, and mixed-nature ties of that sort that are impossible and nonsensical anywhere else can be formed under the state university’s singular and particular phase of the moon, so to speak.
Enough of this cryptic bullshit.
Now I’m off to bed.