Michael Kindt's Blog, page 125
May 23, 2015
Picture of my son in his first apartment. He graduated high...
Picture of my son in his first apartment.
He graduated high school 4 years ago today. The following day, I moved out and left town, leaving him behind and essentially homeless. He was cool with it, though. He lived in this box (haha), then a shed (seriously). Finally, someone took pity on him and gave him a bedroom. He then moved in with members of his band and eventually they all cobbled together enough money to go to Portland, Oregon, where they still are, living in a big 5-bedroom house and playing shows just about weekly now–and for money.
I know you love your kid and stuff, but don’t overdo it. That’s my advice. They might surprise you. I know mine has surprised me. Every time I get a text from him I’m like “Well, I’ll be. The little shit’s still alive!”
Sylvan Lake. May 16, 2015.This is my favorite local lake. Ice...
Sylvan Lake. May 16, 2015.
This is my favorite local lake. Ice cold usually. Grew up five miles from it. I don’t know how much pot I smoked driving out to it or sitting around it, but it wasn’t very much because i was never all that into pot, even in high school. I’ve always been wired for booze, I guess. The other kids, though. Jesus.
Pretty and kind of, I don’t know, prehistoric-lookin’, huh?
May 22, 2015
Looking for books to read. I enjoy fiction. Just finished reading all of Ron Rash's books that are at my college library, and I really like his writing. What are your favorite authors? Any reading suggestions? Thanks.
Gotta go with Joseph Heller Catch-22 right of the bat. Greatest book written in the English language, in my opinion. Ambrose Bierce, probably my favorite author. His war stories are particularly good. He was an anti-war hippie, but in the 1860s rather than the 1960s. Way ahead of his time–we’re probably still not there yet. Also wrote great horror and humor and horror humor. It’s hilarious when somebody dies lol. For technical stuff (as in, I like the way they write more than what they write), I like William S. Burroughs and Hemingway. For anybody who considers themselves a writer: READ HEMINGWAY, as in how he writes. Don’t even pay attention to the story. it’s probably about bulls or war or some manly activity anyway, but I love his writing philosophy: your words have too many syllables, your sentences too many words, your paragraphs too many sentences, and your stories too many paragraphs–that’s what I get out of it haha. I love a lot of others, but those are my main dudes.
May 21, 2015
"If you fail at being funny, at least no one will laugh at you."
- Michael Kindt, who told a joke he wrote just now to a group of friends, and they responded with a mixture of confusion and resounding silence
What an odd thing margarine is. It’s kind of amazing it...
What an odd thing margarine is. It’s kind of amazing it even got invented.
“What the world needs is a butter-like substance that replaces butter, but doesn’t taste as good as butter and is also really, really bad for your health. Hit it!”
*scientists scurry off to labs*
It’s self-fulfilling capitalism at its best (or worse). We are told by people who think capitalism is the shit that it goes like thus: there is a market for a product or service–a need or want–and a number of people come along and compete trying to satisfy that market. Whoever does so most efficiently and at the best price wins. Yay!
Which is bullshit.
Actually, you create a product or service and then, through advertising or enlisting scientists to come up with supporting studies (outright propaganda), you also create the market for it: an imagined need or want–and then a fool and his money are soon parted in your favor. The corporate drug cartels have this down to an art.
That’s the origin of the odd goo we call margarine. It’s existence, while certainly real, is still entirely imaginary.
May 19, 2015
Gonna spoon with my doggie now. See ya.
Gonna spoon with my doggie now. See ya.
So what’s everyone’s favorite White Stripes or Jack song?
Mine’s easy: The Hardest Button to Button. I recently went and saw Jack live and acoustic, as I made something of a big production on here. One of the greatest shows I ever saw in my over 40 years, no lie. I totally teared up a time or two, but I am a major, major Jack fan. I personally think he is rock God on a par with the Stones or Lennon or Cobain or Dylan or you name it. We just don’t know it yet because he’s still kinda new.. Whatever, one of the greatest ever.
At the show, he didn’t play Hardest Button to Button, but I wasn’t surprised. It was a light, acoustic show. The tone of everything didn’t admit a great deal of darkness, and Button is not only one of the darkest songs the Stripes ever did, but anybody, period.
It’s about beating an infant to death with a bag full of coins and burying it in the backyard.
So yeah, very dark song. The banjo doesn’t come readily to mind.
Still.
If some all-knowing liberal rides his ass out here to the Midwest from New York or L.A. on a ten-speed bike to preach to me the gospel of climate change, maybe I'll listen.
But yet another millionaire in a private jet? Shit, we got those out the ass.
Human-caused climate change may or may or be real (I honestly don’t know), but the people insisting it is real sure are giant fucking dicks.
Just saying.
Spirit of the Patriot - Ade GamisouI thought you guys might be...
Spirit of the Patriot - Ade Gamisou
I thought you guys might be in the mood for some skinhead punk. You look like the type.
LOL.
“Ade Gamisou” is Greek for “Fuck you”. I can imagine Socrates saying it right now, saying it directly to us….
