Thursday, February 26, 2004

sushi tonight. I'll let you know tomorrow how it is. I am really looking forward to it.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

An english professor of some sort, in the preface to the novel Doctor Zhivago tried to explain Pasternak's purpose. I don't remember his name or the exact wording, so this is a paraphrase of his idea:

Zhivago, a product of industrialists, chooses medicine and a career in helping the masses. In the same way, Pasternak is commenting on the needlessness of the revolution, as former industrialists change their fortunes. Like a broad metaphor, comparing the common man to Zhivago. I thought it to be very clever, however we will never know Pasternak's true intent since he died two years after the publication of the book in early 1958 and his winning of the Nobel Prize in late 1958.

Doctor Zhivago is finished. The last 50 pages were masterful and mesmerizing. If you have read the book you will know of Zhivago, but even if you haven't read the book you can get a good idea of him from this blog. He is a former bourgeouisie, whose family fortune was spent before the turn of the century. He becomes a Doctor, and he goes about helping people, sometimes he is forced to help people and other times he does it of his own free will. He is a good man, but frustrated by his surroundings. The novel takes place through the turn of the 19th century through to the end of WWII.

The most important parts of the novel take place during the Russian revolution. In a tumultous sea of red and white. Insanity reigns, but people still have to live. But I'm not going to reproduce the entire book here.

What I want to tell you about is Zhivago. Genius begins to describe his temperment, but he is so much more than just that. But I wonder how unique he is. How many sophisticates live in the world at any one time? Using my definition of comparing them to Zhivago, I would say about 100. 100 in 3 Billion. Of course this is on a western curve of genius, whereas there may be a different type of genius out there that I can't identify.

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Quesnel is a quaint city. Much too quaint for me. Do simpletons congregate everywhere like this? or is Quesnel the hole of all the simpletons? In Prince George I met Roy, and he had it together. I think if he were to move to Quesnel there would be a much better city-wide IQ. Is it the lack of education in small towns, the lack of choice in education?

But I digress, I am not gay, nor have I ever had any attraction to a man. It is unfortunate that I am desirable to men, but so far there has been no luck with the women.

I aspire to Ignatius' level of sociopathy. You should too. His insanity is refreshing in an era of social stagnation.

I digress again, I love the comments. keep up the good work people.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

Twice in two days... Perhaps a tale of two cities is really what this is. If I remember that masterpiece (Yes Michelle did call that one) correctly, it was about revolution and humanity. While there is no solid revolution in Prince George I am feeling very revolutionary. It seems that all the greatest novels are either about a revolution or are written with revolution in mind. And hence, I must begin a revolution so that I may write the most autofellatious novel of the century.

I will be recruting madmen and madwomen in the Prince George area for the rest of this week. Anyone looking to sign up should come to the Downtown Motel and ask for Chester... Please bring your own rifles and ammunition, I will bring the propaganda.

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

9 minutes left to tell you about Doc Zhivago... "He knew that they were all showing him their affection but he felt a crushing weight of distress." The title character in a fit, speaking of the way the plebes treat him.

Do you, as an enlightened (and otherwise excellent) person, ever get the feeling that being normal precludes a person from really understanding what you are saying? I feel that way on several occasions daily. It is as if the entire world stares at me with blank eyes wondering if I'm broken... I am not broken, my simple friends, I am not stupid, I simply have different cares than you.

But as many of us know, being different is like pasting a sign to your back that says "Kick Me". Ostracization is the order of the day when you 'get it'. Understanding leads to becoming an outcast, almost as if the more you know the farther out on the fringes you are. Yet people still thrive for understanding, even though their lives will never again be the same. (Trust me on this one, I know!!...) Watching a movie is never quite the same again... Just remember, you really can't put a stopper in life andy more than you can put a stopper in death.

I have not seen a computer since January 29/04. That's like 13 days. I had about 100 emails to answer and now I have 17 minutes to update y'all on my life. I stay in a seedy but otherwise unnoticeable motel in downtown P.G. (as the locals call it). If you thought Calgary was a commuter city you just haven't yet seen P.G. The transit sucks and I think the gov't assumes that everyone owns a truck. It's a city of 70,000 or so spread out in the area of Calgary. It takes me forever to get anywhere and I'm too broke for cabs. But all in all I'm pretty happy here. Sure, it's a bit lonely when you have no one to talk to about your day but I'm usually too tired to care when I get home.

The P.G. library has free internet service if you tell them that you're from out of town. So I'm using the great hospitality of these people to tell you about the downs of P.G. And now the ups... The people here are nice, it's a small town atmosphere, and I get along well with everyone I've met so far. It snows a lot here but overall it's pretty mild in climate. Snow tuirns to rain and back to snow usually in a given day and the city clears all the main sidewalks and salts them before I get out onto them at 8 am (Pacific Standard Time). The food is very different here. Perhaps the greatness of calgary's ethnic delights has spoiled me but I find nothing here that is better and everything here that is stranger. I guess I should stick with the constancy of fast-food outlets. They say McDonalds tastes the same everywhere in Canada...

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