is the genius of this video which depicts every real (masculine) man's deepest desire, consummately fulfilled: He lives alone, contentedly and productively, "small," without wife or dog, in boundless, beneficent nature: Yama-do--or, maybe, Yamabushi-do, would be the Japanese word. Try as I will, I cannot see the noble and assuredly comely young Mr. Bertram-Nielsen as a sexual being; his dignity and serene composure forbid it. Nor am I the least curious to know if he ever gets up with a morning hard-on, or how exactly he goes to the bathroom. I assume he buries it like I do when in nature. But then, does he carry a clod of earth in his backpack, like what Muslims carry in their turbans, to wipe his (forgive me) butt with? And then does he wash with water (like I do)? But that aside, on longer acquaintance with this admirable young Dane, one discovers in him traits of brilliance that defy vulgarization: His control of fire is absolute, and his camp cookery is varied, plentiful and delicious.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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