Oh-k. But what does the fine print say? Always with the fine print. What is up with that? Why is the important, potentially scary stuff always relegated to the bottom of the page in that teeny, tiny print?
Alright, so you read the post title, maybe you listened to or are listening to the musical selection. Pretty obvious, eh? Moving. Leaving. Changing. Altering. Evolving. True. True. True. True and true. (yawn – gimme something else…some thing)
What are the life changing moments/events portrayed in movies that catapult the main character/protagonist into action? Are they ever good moments/events? No! Of course not! Is there always a happy ending? Right again! No, there isn’t always a happy ending. Yet that doesn’t keep people from making one last ditch effort at (fill in the blank)
Was in the library recently and decided to see if there might be a movie or two worth checking out. Being the weekend, the selection was pretty much picked over. Until my eyes fell upon Everything Must Go. Huh. That’s what I’ve been thinking lately. Pulled it off the shelf and saw that Will Ferrell was on the cover. (Not a favorite although I did like him very much in the film Stranger Than Fiction.) Started reading the front cover first instead of my usual flip to the back. I was highly suspect of the single line reviews: “Sharply funny” or the other one “A real gem”
Look at the front cover, flip it over, read the plot synopsis and then tell me how in the world this movie is a comedy? According to the Detroit News: “Everything Must Go is an unflinching comedy about what happens after life falls apart.” Where is the humor part of that again? Quick, get me some of what they’re smoking at the Detroit News and maybe I can find humor in losing your job,coming home to find your wife has thrown you and your stuff out on the front lawn(same day) taken up with your sponsor/friend, falling off the wagon trying to drink it all out of focus….. Or any of all the other “personal challenges” that accompany timeline deconstruction. No. No mind altering substance can convince me of the humor of such things. This is not to say that humor cannot be found within those places. Totally different thing. But I digress.
I’ve always been pretty good at sizing people up (a common clarklike trait), analyzin’ and dramatizin’ (long live the Lady! that in and of itself is saying something, trust me on that one!). But what good is “suss-sight” in reality, in practical terms? It may head off a con man, an insincere lover, a fairweather friend perhaps but really what are the practical, self applications? Can I suss out my own damn self? Of course fool, of course.
In support and endorsement of it, I will restate for the record, that the Wakefield Doctrine is proving an invaluable tool of late. For many, life’s journey is pretty straightforward. A more or less uncomplicated, road trip with decent maps. For others, the Rand McNally was left behind – on the kitchen table or worse yet on top of the vehicle. Bummer! The trip is bound to veer off on a few unauthorized exits. Shit happens, right?
Here’s the deal. The Doctrine tells us that we all view life through the lens of/ experience reality as, predominantly a clark, scott or roger. Whatever your predominant bias, there always remains the ability to see/experience the world as a scott or a roger would. As a clark, this can be an asset on the (neverending) road trip when the maps were stupidly (or is that intentionally?) left on the coffee table or more accurately, under the pile of books and magazines stacked on the bedside table.
(“any readers left? 1? good enuf”) The purpose of this ramble-ette today? Restating outloud my sincere intent to alter my timeline* when everything seemingly points to disaster. Why? As an example of the efficacy of the Wakefield Doctrine of course! Besides, I have been languishing in a non creative, dusty draft hell for weeks. Quick! Someone, anyone get me a broom stat!.**
* make sure kids when you attempt this thing you are in good physical shape. trust me on this one
**reference to cleaning one’s island, the tonal as Juan would say