Waking up to the sound of the sardonic, condescending lisp of my former thesis advisor was a surreal experience. And it really was him and not one of my anxiety nightmares. Thankfully, he was just on the tv and my heartattack was avoided. It's not odd to occassionally see him on tv talking about the latest religious cult to grip the media's attention, that's his field of expertise. I object to hearing it at 6:00 a.m. though, that's just obscene.

So Carl's doing the local news circuit talking about the Warren Jeffs case and what it means to the people that follow the religion. He knows his stuff, I'll give him that. Sad to see it all reduced to media sound bites, but Carl is typically good at that too. What I'd really pay to see, and even get up at 6am for, is Carl doing an interview on Nihilism or Nietzsche (which no one ever seems to do interviews about these days...), because in his heart I know the man just wants to fuck with the reporters. That's just Carl's way. I saw him do it with an interview on satanic cults in the US. The reporter was pretty desparate to get the scoop on satanic cult activity on the rise and Carl, sounding very bored and tired of this woman casually announced there was no rise and it's not all that important - and by the way, the right side of my face films better. The woman was so frustrated with him you could visibly see her sigh deeply as she summoned her wanning courage to ask him another question he would vaporize with a mere facial expression of "Are you this trite in your private life also?" You only think you love him for that sort of thing and then you deal with him on a daily basis and remember he's like that with you too.

Ah, the good ole days. I should email him...
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