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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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4:55 p.m. - 2004-07-02
I’m between naps and alone in the house. I’m just going to write down any old thing that pops into my head. Campbell’s Special Request vegetarian vegetable soup is some good stuff. The vegan variety is spicier than the veg/beef kind. I like the special request because it’s much lower salt. I don’t know why canned soup has to have so much salt. My blood pressure through this whole adventure has been on the low to low-average side. Last night the doc was looking for specific things in my blood work, but when he came in to discuss it he started with, “You have amazing numbers, you must do things right.” I’d have laughed if I could. I don’t do much right at all. I’m just stupendously lucky to have a hearty peasant constitution. Getting along just fine on chewy bread and garlic with the occasional pint of sour ale. I smoke. I love refined sugar. I drink whole milk, use real butter and think deep fried string cheese is an excellent nosh. But for all of that, I do watch the salt and keep an eye on the bottom line nutritionally, never going goofy in one direction for too long. I’m aware of how well I’ve been blessed in some ways with my body. Neglect has lessened over the years and I aim to keep what I got. I have 3 tiny fillings and never once had a toothache. Bones like cement rebar. Didn’t have to wear glasses full-time until my 30’s. And numbers that make doctors gnash their teeth in frustration. How can you lecture someone about healthy living whose b.p. is a steady 117/67? Whose cholesterol is in the low 120’s? Whose resting heart rate and breath count are obscenely normal? If it weren’t for the MS I’d be the exception that proves every healthy living rule. Drives medicos batshit. I always want to bring a couple Havanas with me to a check-up and say, “Hey Doc, don’t get so worked up. Not good for the blood pressure. Here, have a cigar.” While serenely lighting my own and grinning. I don’t know about this latest Stephen King. I’m not far into the latest Dark Tower, but I don’t trust him anymore. I don’t trust him to do right by us, the die-hards. It’s beginning to feel as though he’s pulled a George Lucas. A huge failure to understand and love the stories he’s birthed. The way the Dark Tower series is panning out is sad. It’s lost all its romance. Am I the only middle-aged stoner who’s seen Wizards? Ralph Bakshi’s delicious send up of The Hobbit and other such elvish fare? In Wizards the good wizard is your basic ganja hound and somewhat of a letch. A good time guy content enough to just be and let nature do its thing. The evil wizard (who of course set up shop in the irradiated badlands) becomes a master of technology. Robots and weapons and propaganda. The forces of good are completely demoralized by the demonic shrieks of the bad wizard’s war machines, not in the least being humongus overhead projections of old Nazi films. Now Bakshi’s abrupt mood altering battle scenes are the point. But I truly believed Stephen King wrote with his heart in front of him. The story might get weird, but it would always be true. Somehow all the heart has gone out of King’s work. The grand romance of the Dark Tower series has devolved into rote evil robots and the tritest of all messages to come out of the 60’s, machines are bad. Maybe it’s not so awful that he’s retiring. Golly! I’ve been awake for 3 hours! I’m late for my nap! Conking off, ~LA
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