The Meaning of Life (Part 2)
I’m reading Kurt Vonnegut’s “Breakfast of Champions”. It’s great for me because its written in short choppy bits that lend themselves to bathroom reading. At the beginning of Chapter 7, our hero Kilgore Trout finds himself in the men’s bathroom of a massage parlour called The Sultant’s Harem. Someone has posted the question “What is the purpose of life?” in pencil on the tiles by the roller towel. Personally, I’m not sure that pencil would work on tiles but this is a work of fiction so let’s just let that slide. Trout has nothing to write with, “not even a burnt match” but if he did here’s what he’d have written:
“To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool.”
I fucking love that. The whole thing. It makes me laugh out loud. Ha! Maybe that’s why Vonnegut was one of the greatest American writers of our time and I own a deli and write a blog that 5 people read. I thought there were 7 but it appears my salty language pissed a couple of them off. Assholes.
July 24th, 2010 at 3:05 am
Salty my ass. I love Kurt he got right to the point and isn’t that what it’s all about. I’m here in the Alberta prairies reading you so there you go never underestimate the range of the blog
July 24th, 2010 at 3:37 am
Holy shit, that’s cool. I like the “Salty my ass” part the best.
July 24th, 2010 at 4:22 am
To hell with the assholes. They’re missing out on lovely food and great blog posts for those middle-of-the-night dog walks.
July 24th, 2010 at 9:00 am
Count me in….I’m following too!
July 24th, 2010 at 10:31 am
6! We got six. Thanks Cathy. Six is my favourite number. Why? Its just so damned sexy.
July 24th, 2010 at 10:40 am
Sorry to up the ante and spoil the favourite number thing. But 7 is “my number” so I had better claim it now…
My number as in:
Random Guy: hey, maybe you and I should go out. What’s your number?
Smartass and Hence Single Me: 7.
RG: 7? That’s it?
Me: Well, there are 9 more but you just asked for my number…you should have said numberS
July 24th, 2010 at 10:46 am
Love it. The more the hungrier.
July 24th, 2010 at 11:09 am
Hey Zane I told you i read this thing. I actually fucking love the way you write and after a grueling day at the office, I enjoy hearing what’s in your head. A veritable window into your sweaty hard working soul. Enjoyed the guts and insanity of yesterday. Spent part of the day calming the kids.
July 24th, 2010 at 11:32 am
Eight? That’s enough. Stop. Logoff. Go do something fun. Ice cream is fun. Falling asleep in IMAX movies is fun. Mmmmmm, IMAX.
July 24th, 2010 at 12:23 pm
Bwa ha ha! I read you, too! MUSTARD!
July 24th, 2010 at 1:18 pm
Salty…sexy…sweaty.
i’m spent!! Guess I need a nap too.
July 24th, 2010 at 5:01 pm
What? No. Nine? Who likes 9? Except cats and cats suck. What the fuck’s a “Salanth” anyway? However, I find your “MUSTARD!” completely endearing. Ok. You can stay.
July 26th, 2010 at 1:49 pm
Welcome to the world of Internet stalkers, Zane.