The world still would be completely fucked.
And so this podcast is about why that is, or it is about some literary bullshit about images and stuff, or it is about virtue, and about how that is just not a thing you can find much of anymore. And it has the latest surprisingly forthcoming comments from a certain world leader who seldom just says it like it is, even though he pretends to be the guy to always do that.
If you have read Substack very much or much lately you have seen some real changes. I think we have discussed this before. Now, I don’t care about the changes. I am not emotionally invested in this place. I have told you that before. But a lot of people on Substack think of this as their home of sorts, and the sudden influx of big (meaning influential) writers with tons of followers and tons of paid subscribers is making many people very sad. That and the generally depressing news everywhere about everything is just not perking up the writers of Substack all that much.
Once again, I just think this comes down to frustrated expectations. So maybe people should get a grip on those expectations and like lower them a whole lot. Like take your fucking bars and bury them deep. Then maybe you won’t feel so bad all the time and won’t talk about it so much all the time.
But, hey, like I say in the podcast, you should always remember everything I say to you has one of these attached to it:
I read all about the asterisk today. It has quite a heritage. You might be surprised. Basically, it tends to be “yeah…but” when it is attached to something. But what exactly follows the but varies depending on the field or discipline or just what it is you’re doing. If you’re just making fun of stuff, I don’t know. It is possible it actually means “yeah…but…nothing much” really but I want you to think there is or might be.
The world is just too full of conditionals and nuances. And “yeah…buts”. And like Bierce talks about, talking and dancing trees and hills and other shit that sure sounds like that guy was dropping acid a long time ago. Or maybe too that he’d been shot in the head by a Confederate sniper in the Civil War. He was probably never really OK after that, huh?
Don’t just discern.
Perceive.
