Timbre' Wolf for President
8/19/2005
Here's sumthin else I'm involved with: The Timbre' Wolf for President Campaign (official site here). I'm in some official capacity, though I don't know my title just yet. I like the idea of being the Secretary of Offense; it appeals to my sarcastic nature and could provide an official platform for shoving my heretical ideologies down the throats of world leaders. (insert evil laughter)
Of course, TWolf has a bit of a challenge running against this guy.
And to be honest, if it's a toss-up, I'll probably have to go with Christopher Walken. Friendship is one thing, but Captain Koons for President is quite another thing altogether! The first movie I ever saw him in was Brainstorm (1983). I was but a wee lad and my parents took me to the el cheapo movie theater in Charlston. It was always a thrill of my childhood to go to the movies, and this was probably the first 'serious' movie I got to see at the theater. Before that it was crap like Tron, Breakin', and Disney cartoons. And yes, I even got to see Electric Boogaloo at the cheapo theater. Woo fucking hoo!
Movies and me go way back. And 1982 was a big year for movies in my family. We got to see lots of cheese that year: Timerider, First Blood (the first and best Rambo movie - woo hoo!), Swamp Thing, E.T., Airplane II, Conan, The Dark Crystal, Death Wish 2 (a personal joy I share with my dad - we have this 'bond' with Charles Bronson revenge movies), The Elephant Man (where I learned to love David Lynch), the dreck that was Grease 2 (and I was only 8, so it was easy for me to fall in love with Michell Pfeiffer), etc. etc. That was also the year the Incredible Hulk began on television, one of my childhood treasures, and Knight Rider.
I suppose that was the year my brain started retaining memories of experiences, because I don't remember much of my life before 1982. Probably for the best, considering the clothes my mother made for me (jk!). The memory loss could be attributed to the fact that I spent so much time behind a 2-dimensional screen, either watching movies or playing on our Atari 2600. We were also one of the first homes in our neighborhood to get cable, so I got a head start with brain-frying crappy television and mind-numbing Saturday morning cartoons.
On days like this, humdrum, run-of-the-mill and nothing special days, I occasionaly indulge in drumming up distant memories. Sometimes I long for the sweetness of being naive, simple, and fascinated by everything. But then I remember how desperate I was to grow up, spending most of my childhood looking ahead instead of enjoying the youthfulness that slipped away, day by day.
Someone recently told me to 'grow up.' After weeks and weeks of mulling over what exactly this person meant, I have finally come to the conclusion that this person, no matter how good their intentions, was simply trying to tell me (in a respectable way, of course) to live up to their standards. Which, even if those standards are noble and decent and sensible, they aren't my standards. We all come from different perspectives, with different experiences, and there is something to be said about walking in someone else's shoes.
So this I say in return: appreciate others for who they are right now, and the gifts they bring, not for what you think they ought to be.
posted by Edward Svengali @ Friday, August 19, 2005,
