Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Happy New Year's Eve Morn
Sometimes I email Jon. And in those emails, I can be pretty funny I think. So I'm going to pretend you're Jon, okay? "We're fated to pretend." Good deal. If you are Jon, then I don't know. Pretend you're not Jon and then pretend to be Jon. Should be a stretching experience for you. Almost literally. Almost. You'd be walking a mile in somebody else's shoes who happen to be walking a mile in your shoes at the same time. Geometrically, I don't know where this takes you. Probably nowhere. (When I heard about those guys throwing shoes at Bush, I asked if any hit him. I was told he dodged 'em all and, in that moment, I was proud to be an American.) (That was probably the funniest bit in this whole post.)(Also, I'm prone to generalizations in my emails to Jon; It's assumed you're not stupid.) (I'm beta testing a new style of parenthetical formatting.) (I'm going to now call it quits and make this its own post.)
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I'm not sure how to respond.
In essence, you are funnier when corresponding to me because your self-censorship is low and your earnestness runs on all cylinders. This is not so uncommon: you spend most of your life foregoing self-censorship and diving headlong into earnest, unequivocal blathering.
The other factor that I think may contribute to the particular strain of humor in your written correspondence to me is that with me you assume that you will be understood, and, what is more, understood quickly and easily. Such a posture is for yourself quite uncommon indeed. No posture could perhaps be more wildly and recklessly fantastic for you to adopt in everyday life. No: in your day-to-day you assume the contrary: that you will be misunderstood quickly and easily.
Accordingly, you are now pretending that your blog readership will come to your writ with the same perspicacious eye as your friend Jon, so as to reap the benefits of such intimacy. Very well. I am willing to allow you to attempt a mass carbon copy of our relationship's dynamics, if only because it promises more and better comedic fruit. Of course, this shouldn't be too difficult for you, since I am of course the only one who ever even glosses over your blog anyway.
Also, I am taken by the proposal you make concerning the posture I ought to now adopt. It's as if you do this all for me rather than for yourself. Not only do I get more of the Max rhetoric I enjoy, but I am called upon to assume an intricate, irregular, difficult psychological pose. At this point I'm pretty confident I can read your posts as not Jon, but am now working on the final contortion of re-imagining, from this position, my Jonhood. The reason it is most difficult for me is this: were I simply to choose some specific non-Jon person to be at first, the re-imagining to be Jon would be simple, because I would simply have to think up what their feelings, thoughts, and judgments about me were, and then cast those like gilding over my current pretend self. But pretending to be some nameless non-Jon forces me to simply act upon my own feelings, thoughts, and judgments about me, and then assume those. But this is simply to act as me. So, to remedy this problem, I try to reformulate an entirely new take on myself, deduced from what I think is deducible from simply my outer behavior and nothing more. I deny myself access to my thought-life. I'm currently working on this project.
Have you seen the shoe-throwing video? One of the funniest youtube comments I saw was "How can someone get a shoe past security?"
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