Friday Liars and Other Tales
I was out of town last weekend in Miami with my lady. We saw Deftones, and I picked up some type of goth-zoomer illness, so Friday Liars Pt. 6 will be out next Friday. Sorry.
In the meantime, you can revisit some of my most prime rants in the Archive tab on this site, as well as my short story The Sad Life of Bummer in the Super Heavy tab.
Once I’m rolling with my new job and have more time to write, I’ll almost exclusively be posting fiction on this Substack, as has been my long-term goal. If the story is short, like 1-3 parts, it will appear in the Super Heavy tab. Anything longer will get its own tab, like Friday Liars.
My writing will always be free until I’ve compiled enough satisfactory work to sell a collection on Amazon Print-on-Demand. There’s no logical reason why this Substack doesn’t have 2 million subscribers. It’s free, and it’s good.
Charlie Rose
One of our martyrs of the Me Too era of retardation. I found a playlist on YouTube with a ton of his interviews. I’m a big fan of this show. Tune out the noise of modern life and settle into a nostalgic era of American intellectual and pop culture. Is there anything close to the prestige and universal appeal of Charlie Rose now? Everything feels too disparate and cornered off. Watching these interviews makes me swell with patriotism.
Some of my favorites:
Greatest hits of Robin Williams on Charlie Rose
Trey Parker and Matt Stone Pt 1
Alexander Lowen’s Bioenergetics
I’ve read three of Lowen’s books: The Betrayal of the Body, Narcissism, and Joy. I’ve written about Bioenergetics before on here, and now it’s looking more like a possibility that I will go to a Bioenergetic therapist in the future.
So far, it’s the most common-sense, rational form of therapy I’ve read about. You do a bit of talking, but it’s more about releasing the emotions trapped in your muscles and posture. Personally, I don’t think straight talk therapy would do me any good at all because I already deal with my problems mentally, which ends up locking them in my body. I’m like a marble statue that can’t cry. I can feel anger and resentment, but I physically cannot cry. I feel like a loaded gun sometimes. The only time I think I’ve really wept in my adult life was when I thought my favorite cat was about to die.
I think this is how men should be, as we’re genetically built to think and get work done. But as I go down the path of my future career as a firefighter, knowing I’ll see some rough stuff, I don’t want it all to pile up in my subconscious. Later in life, men tend to let this guard down—maybe it’s the loss of testosterone or that our consciousness has decided to relax a bit. This is when you see men go into a “midlife crisis,” according to the Neo-Jungian Robert L. Moore.
This is a good introduction to Bioenergetics: