012: Scorsese [and ‘68]

[This was originally written prior to Labor Day, but I procrastinated and forgot to take action]

So I ended up down a Martin Scorsese trail on youtube, and during this interview he states

“People say you are a master at times, maybe because you get old enough, you think you know what you’re doing. The beauty of it is you never really know, and part of the fun of it, the fear of it, the anxiety of it, is finding out as you go along.”

And here we are. Finding out as we go along. All of us are doing a variation of the same pattern of creation, work, life, love, hopefully anyway, and not necessarily in that order. And from each broad paint brush motion, clumps of unstirred liquid infect our masterpiece’s canvas of our life. Perhaps we need to learn to love those clumps, appreciate the happy accidents created by our laziness to not ensure the paint was stirred properly prior to our venturing down the creative pathway. Proper planning prevents piss poor performance is something an asshole once said to me, and while I don’t remember his name, my memory draws a silhouette of a douchebag uttering that decent advice. 

The battle of proper planning against embracing the calamity we cause ourselves is the latest in the long string of internal struggles we as the human race must come to grips with, should we actually ever choose to acknowledge our internal battlefield that doctors call the brain.  Planning’s next door neighbor is procrastination, and they love that they live down the block from results and accomplishments. So where does action live? And is the relationship between planning, action, and procrastination just a living realization of the Dicks, Assholes, and Pussies relationship, explained in the theological masterpiece film Team America?

Buckleup buckaroos, cause if personalities can be broken down to Dicks, Assholes, and Pussies, and we apply those same rules to Planning, Action, and Procrastination, we might get some clarity in this search for answers. 

We all remember the rules of Dicks, Assholes, and Pussies. It’s better to be a Dick than the other two. Pussies get fucked by Dicks, and shit on by Assholes. Assholes can shit on Pussies but can still get fucked by Dicks. Dicks, on the other hand, can fuck both Pussies and Assholes. If we pretend Action is the Dick in this metaphor, and Planning is the Asshole, leaving Procrastination as the Pussy. Procrastination gets wrecked by both Planning and Action, where as Planning gets stuff done by shitting on Procrastination, but it still destroyed by Action. Action, the Dick of accomplishment in this metaphor, can crush Procrastination, and Planning. 

Now, I could ramp up this idea, and go all Ted Talk on ya’ll asses, but frankly I don’t want to do another few thousand words giving this concept a deep dive. I’m trying to be simple and quick with these blogs, and perhaps I’m failing. But shit, I just realized maybe I am where I am in my life, because I do that same pattern over and over again, which is create or come up with an idea, start down a pathway and then bail because I get too lazy to finish it. Looking over my accomplishments and history, the demolition derby that is my resume, one could argue that is a life pattern of mine. So, where does that leave me now? 

Goddamn. Maybe I’ll just push post on this thing and be gone for a minute again. I apologize for word puke, but if you actually read the early days, this is the only thing I promised the blog would be. So, blargh, and here’s some pictures I made of ’68 from last Saturday.