So my J.D. Salinger impression is not the best. I am not sure I could ever be quite as pessimistic and cynical as Holden, and that is probably a good thing. Besides, there are much cooler ways to be anti-authority. Take Captain Paul Watson and his Whale Warriors. They are essentially PETA on steroids. These members of The Sea Shepherd Conservation Society (SSCS) take a boat down to Antarctica every year to hunt down Japanese whaling ships. The premise is simple enough: locate a whaling vessel and then ram it. The SSCS pirate boats are much smaller than the goliath whaling ships, so the activists mount a huge, sharpened piece of metal (affectionately called “the can opener”) to the bow of their ship. I must admit, for a moment I thought: “that sounds kind of fun.” After watching “Pirates of the Caribbean,” who wouldn’t want to be a pirate? I mean unless Hollywood is lying, I think it is safe to assume that the SSCS has a pet penguin in a state of living death that takes a corpse-like form whenever the moon light falls on it, and steals gold coins at every opportunity. However, being a pirate on the SSCS would entail lots of cold water and there is nothing I hate more in this world than cold water. Besides, I doubt I would get along with anyone zealous enough to die defending thousand pound bags of mercury laced blubber. Although I would never be passionate/stupid enough to actually volunteer as a pirate on one of Paul Watson’s ships, I wouldn’t mind wearing a Sea Shepherd Conservation Society t-shirt under my “Pencey Prep” sweat shirt.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
You too can be a Pirate
Monday, November 12, 2007
If a body catch a body . . .
Blogging for me has always functioned on a binge-purge cycle, kind of like failed diets. Well, it would be if I had ever felt the need to go on a diet. Obesity has just never been an issue for me. My cross to bear has always been one of a scrawnier sort, much less of the overweight, diabetic end of the spectrum and much more of the puny, picked-last-for-kickball side of things. Anyway the point is that with this blog, I am hoping to end the sporadic cycle and begin writing routine, weekly entries. Anything to try and give my course-less, on-call, dynamic schedule some kind of regular cadence.
In spite of the absence of any recognizable rhythm to my life, one of the advantages I have enjoyed as a result of graduation is the time to read things other than text books. I discovered “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” and more recently rediscovered, “Catcher in the
If Holden can get out of his rut, then hopefully I can get out of mine and over come this blogging indolence. I know it’ll be good for me, I really do. If nothing else, writing weekly blogs is good practice in discipline. Let’s face it, someday I’ll probably have to bear the heavy cross of high cholesterol and double chins and I’ll need all the discipline I can get. In the mean time though, I’ll just keep blogging on Sundays and eating ice cream for dinner. Weekly writing will help my young, developing mind and the ice cream will most likely be a positive move for my digestion.