Tom Robbins live on stage at Boundary Bay Brewery in Bellingham:
It is over 45 minutes long, so get yerself comfortable before firing this baby
up. Includes the interview I was lucky to conduct with Tom after his reading.
But it does not, at Tom's insistence, including the actual "B is for Beer"
reading -- he wants to keep that special to the live readings. Still, I think
y'all will appreciate this -- leave a comment if you do!
Tom Robbins Incognito at http://magcloud.com/browse/Issue/14846
May 31, 2009
Mike shared a delightful story with the aftrlife mailing list:
A close friend of mine drives a bus for the community transit in the Skagit. His
route takes him by Tom's place. One particular windy afternoon, or as he puts
it, "Must have been blowin' 50 60 miles per hour. The trees were bending over
and the leaves swirled about everywhere but on the ground. There was Tom and his wife. Running around with rakes, laughing so loud I could hear them on the bus."
Just a little story I thought everyone would like."
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May 17, 2009
Week 31, May 5 – 11
"Reality is subjective, and there's an unenlightened tendency in this culture to regard something as 'important' only if 'tis sober and severe. Sure and still you're right about your Cheerful Dumb, only they're not so much happy as lobotomized. But your Gloomy Smart are just as ridiculous. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. And you get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say, your people who truly like themselves, they don't think about themselves very much. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start payin' attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form o' self-indulgence. "
I read recently that popular opinion has it that Wiggs Dannyboy was fashioned after Terence McKenna. I had always assumed Dannyboy was based on Timothy Leary, after reading lines like..."left his native Dublin to teach at Harvard, where he experimented with mind-altering chemicals beyond the call of academic duty...." and "Since it was hardly in the best national interest to relieve citizens of their violence, greed, fear, or repression, the government acted to silence Dr. Dannyboy by arresting him on a phony marijuana charge and checking him into the steel hotel. Escaped, only to be nabbed two years later...and imprisoned again." I know it needn't be an either/or situation, but surely there is some Tim in with Terence.
May 6, 2009
"Did a man's wives all blend into a single entity after their deaths? Would he blend with Navin the Ropemaker if and when he died? Was it wife soup and husband soup on the Other Side? Or was it simply soup?"
Oooh, I hope it's not husband soup...the three I've had would make one bizarre concoction!"
Whatever else his long, unprecedented life might have been, it had been fun. Fun! If others should find that appraisal shallow, frivolous, so be it. To him, it seemed now to largely have been some form of play. And he vowed that in the future he would strive to keep that sense of play more in mind, for he'd grown convinced that play--more than piety, more than charity or vigilance--was what allowed human beings to transcend evil."
More fun for everyone!
"Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life's bittersweet route."
Blessed Be the Individual!