The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Halloween done. Ben birthday done. Automnales and dog show done. Next stop Katy’s birthday then Christmas, then lean January then hopefully things start to settle down for a bit…. Except there’s always something else. Like February relâche. Then Easter. Then summer holiday. Then… Then…
Written, illustrated and edited by Oliver Benjamin, the founder of Dudeism, The Tao of the Dude is an essential resource for practicing Dudeists to keep their minds limber and avoid uptight thinking.
Each chapter features thought-provoking introductory essays which discuss how each topic is realized in The Big Lebowski and in other works of art and philosophy, followed by a carefully edited collection of passages and quotes culled from a wide variety of sources throughout history.
The Tao of the Dude addresses various subjects near and dear to the Dudeist heart, such as conflict (“This Aggression Will Not Stand”), leisure (“Just Take it Easy Man”) and tolerance (“That’s Just, Like, Your Opinion, Man”). Featuring luminaries such as Bertrand Russell, Lao Tzu, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Kurt Vonnegut and many many more, this manifesto makes it plain that Dudeism is a creed that has existed down through the generations, across the sands of time.
SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!
The Dude’s line, “The Dude abides,” is a reference to Ecclesiastes 1:4, “One generation passes away, and another generation comes: but the earth abides forever.” It is a reference to how the Dude, much like the Earth, can weather change and chaos around him, but still remain the same.
Yeah? Well, that’s, like, your opinion, man!
The Dude abides.
I have come to a profound realisation. My life is currently going in a direction that will lead to a bad place. As such, I need to pull up my socks and get straightened out. I need to lose weight, stop and smell the roses and enjoy the little things.
In a less dude-like fashion, I also need to set some goals and go about reaching them.
“The Dude abides. I don’t know about you, but I take comfort in that. It’s good knowin’ he’s out there. The Dude. Takin’ ‘er easy for all us sinners.”
Well, he didn't pee on the rug, but he peed on the couch (again) and he peed in a laundry basked. I am talking, of course, about our cat. For reasons unknown, he's boycotting his litter tray and making contributions to the decor of the soft furnishings around the house. We've already had to throw away a backpack that had gone unnoticed until it turned rancid, yellow and generally biohazard-esque. We're also going to chuck two cushions cause they just smell nasty. I just hope it's a temporary situation; otherwise things will get unpleasant :(
In other news, I'm a bachelor for the weekend. Katy is in Derby visiting Rita. I spent the morning lounging around then went into town to run a few errants. On the way back, I saw a sight that really made me want to reach for my camera but I didn't have the time to do so because my bus arrived and I had to hustle to get in. Imagine a gaggle of 14-15 year old girls wearing black fuck-me boots, cammo crotch-hight mini skirts and black wrap-around tops a few sizes too small just hanging out in front of an off-license shop. Now the same sight if the girls were 5 years older would have made me drool (come on, I am male after all). That one though was just wrong in so many ways…