I find it kind of amusing that our country celebrates its birthday by blowing shit up, considering our foreign policy as of late. When I was in Chicago there were so many fireworks going off that it sounded like a warzone. I even saw a member of our entourage duck at one point because it was so loud it sounded like gunfire. I couldn’t half blame him. These weren’t fireworks that you could see, but just loud bangs going off at regular intervals with occasional whistling sounds like incoming. I remembered the story of Devil’s Den from growing up near Gettysburg.
The next day I read an article about how fireworks are bad for people with asthma, frighten dogs and other animals, and kill birds. Nothing like a grand old tradition brought low.
As one grows older and learns more you must develop the ability to live with a divided mind. Or to put it another way, you must learn to be selectively crazy. What did Slade sing about us all being crazy?
I was at a cookout recently in which I was there on a professional level. Being that I am not a vegetarian could I enjoy the roasted pig knowing that pigs are as smart as dogs? When one of the males made a crude comment about all the wives present, without any wit or knowing absurdity, should I just shrug it off or comment that he sounded like a dumbass?
The show Curb Your Enthusiasm is so brilliant because Larry David so often says the things that we often want to, but manners and politeness keep us from doing so. There are no easy answers. So much of modern life is absurd that we must often choose the best path out of many bad ones. It reminds me of a quote at the beginning of the Anthony Newley song Maladjusted: “On this glorious occasion of the splendid defeat.”