Category Archives: Lucubrations

When I die, I want a tombstone like the one in the movie Beetlejuice.  Never mind the orange writing…I would actual prefer something more menacing/threatening. I do like the brutal simplicity: here lies Jayson.  That’s it and that’s all.  No dates of birth or death, and no summary or eulogy at all.  You’re either gonna know who I was or you won’t, and if you don’t, you’re going to wish you did just because of the coolness of the tombstone.   But that’s what I want: an oversize vertical fuck-off monument with gargoyles and demons and shit hanging off of it. I want it to look scary as hell at night of course, but I want it to be an offense to the daylight.  I want people who see it in the daylight to find it existentially incongruous, like It doesn’t seem like it should be able to even exist in the daylight, yet there is is.

So that’s the gravestone I want.  But here’s the kicker: I won’t be lying there at all. Nothing will be buried there.  I will have been cremated in some sort of Celtic funeral  pyre.  Maybe something like what they did with Darth Vader when he died.  If I could be wearing the entire Darth Vader outfit, avec mask, that would be cool.  Cremation makes sense to me: it’s noble, dignified, realistic, and efficient.

We do not handle death well here in the west.  We seem to do everything we can to hide, it, sterilize it, cover it up, pretend it away at least for as long as “sanely” possible.  We feel it is our right to let go and say goodbye when we are ready, and if that hadn’t happened when the person in question died, then we absolutely deserve another week or two to have chance to do what we should have been doing before the person died: telling them how much they meant to us.  Of course, you can’t tell anybody anything after they’ve died, but we can fool ourselves long enough to make it psychologically acceptable.  And this is extremely unhealthy, I think.  The idea (let alone the process) of embalming the dead is both ghastly and ghoulish as are the open-casket funerals that follow.  I endorse the Jewish and Muslim ideas of burial of the dead as soon as possible, ideally within 24 hours of death.  Ironically, I differ from these religions’ prescriptions immediately after that as both Islam and Orthodox Judaism prohibit cremation.  But the Sikhs pretty much insist on it.  Good people, the Sikhs.

Anyway, that’s what I want: cremation  on a pyre in full Darth Vader costume, and then a Beetlejuicesque grave stone claiming “here lies Jayson” pointing down to an empty grave (making the joke that saying Jayson lies there is actually Jayson lying about being there…get it?  I’m so goddamn meta and clever).  Ta-da.

N.P.: “Requiem – 2005 Remaster” – Killing Joke

I was not a fan of this week, dear reader.  it felt somehow inescapable yet pointless, if that makes sense, which it doesn’t.

Wrote rather a lot today…effortless and fast.  We like that kind of writing.

N.P.: “19th Nervous Breakdown” – The Rolling Stones

‘Tis the winter of my discontent, dear reader.  Which is a tad incongruous with the hotter-than-hell solar fire blazing away on the other side of the window in Rm 5 of Hotel California.

All is frustration.

N.P.: “Moonlight Drive” – The Doors

I’ve always been a fervent proponent of the notion that simply because something is possible does not mean it should be done.  Just because we can make ourselves constantly reachable does not at all mean we should make ourselves constantly reachable.  Some if not most people seem okay with this arrangement, but they also appear to be very much enslaved by their phones.  But in most cases, I don’t think constant availability is a good idea.  Certainly not in my case.  I’m not nearly that important.  Not even close.

I’m a big fan of Do Not Disturb mode.  Increasingly, when I turn that mode off, I am really turning on Disturb mode.  And why the hell would anyone do that?  I certainly wouldn’t.

N.P.: “States of Mind” – Senser

Aaagghh!  The frustration.  It’s infuriating, dear reader.  I have several things that are pretty much a final read away from being ready to be posted here, but I’m having to deal with all manner of pedestrian, mundane bullshit all day long (just everyday nonsense, but the sort of things that take up much of the time i could/should be writing) that all I have time to work on in the evening are the books.  Which is fine for the books, but bad for us.  I don’t want you to think I don’t take our relationship seriously.  Maybe things will calm down soon, like in the next day or two.  Probably not, but one can hope.

I need an assistant.  And a manager.

N.P.: “Liar” – Gothminister

My goodness, attractive reader…there is a lot on my plate.  I’d share with you, but it appears that most of it is Shit Sandwich, and I doubt you want any of that.

N.P.: “Highway Star” – Buckcherry

Today seemed to just get away from me early on.  Which is frustrating.  And also unfortunately common.  Alas.  Still managed to get a few things done.

N.P.: “Shake My Tree” – Coverdale/Page

I have the ability to pretty much shut off emotions when I want, which is most of the time, since emotions seem to cause exponentially more problems than they solve.  Because of this, most of the time I’m moving through the world, I’m pretty indifferent to the things I see.  Most of it is easily dismissed as an “S.E.P.” (Somebody Else’s Problem).  And as a result of that, I’m forever hearing the voices of people who may be with me at the time, usually female, wondering aloud and disapprovingly how I can be so cold and callous and uncaring about whatever human tragedy it is that we’re not slowing down and stopping to get involved in.  If you can tune that out, this “emotional muting” is an incredibly handy skill to have at certain times, like when your immediately family and the treacherous motherfuckers whom allege to love you betray you, or you know, if you have to really go the extra mile in the revenge department at some point.  And an added bonus is that it doesn’t just shut off emotions as a filter for the external world…it applies across the board, to internal thoughts as well.  This is quite helpful in dealing with seemingly insurmountable problems without a bunch of useless “why me,” feeling-sorry-for-myself pointlessness mucking up the thought process.

It is very much a wall, though, this emotional muting: it’s either up or it’s not.  It’s very much like the shields on space ships in science fiction: they’re perfectly effective when they’re up, but if a friendly is going to land on your ship, you have to lower the shields for them to get to you.  And so it is with this.  If all of a sudden I choose to let someone in, I have to take the shield down entirely.  So for the last several weeks, I’ve noticed this sort of weightiness everywhere I go.  I’ve been growing increasingly aware of the suffering all around us, every day.  Wait…that’s not entirely accurate.  I’m always aware of the suffering, it just doesn’t connect with any emotional response in my mind (thanks, shield!).  So I see things but I don’t feel anything about them.  But now, with the shields down, apparently they are able to connect.  I was standing in an office today that has a relationship with the Make-A-Wish Foundation, so there are these framed profiles all over the office with a sick child’s picture, their first name, the illness they have, and finally what their wish is.  So I’m waiting for a rather dim person to figure something out, and I’m looking at these goddamn profiles, and I almost fell apart.  It was so weird.  And I hated it.  I couldn’t stay there…I had to leave.  As I slammed the door the only thought in my mind was, “Why the fuck hasn’t anyone taken that poor little 7-year-old Lillian with leukemia to fucking Hawaii yet?”

This will not do.  I find these emotions to be very…inconvenient.  Certainly unhelpful.  Time to put the shield back up.  Hopefully everyone who’s supposed to be on this side of them is when they again slam shut.

N.P.: “Kashmir” – Ofra Haza