|Current mood:|| depressed|
|Current music:||Brother John Rydgren, WLS-FM Chicago LOVE, August 1969|
What Was Moby's Last Name?
Currently...Which is a very misleading, odd, out of place and ultimately useless word when you understand the true nature of time..., with a hundred or so odd pages left to go in 11/22/63 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/11/22/63), I am distracted by a prime example of how the past, present and future are not only obdurate and harmonizing but how they (The three, past, present and future which are really only one because we know that the past and future don't really exist. Much like the Father, Son and Holy Ghost who our pious friends assure us are really the same being, even though they are separate, distinct entities and I'm not going to go into that because I don't want to risk shaking the foundations of my Atheism) even go a step further than that.
A rather big step further into what one could call taunting. Because this morning Uncle Ricky decided to debut the this exibition:
Brother John Rydgren, WLS-FM Chicago LOVE, August 1969 (http://www.reelradio.com/gifts/wlsfmlove69.html#wlsfmlove69) and in it, Brother John talks about the body of an 11 year old girl that was recently found in the truck of a car and how two slightly older kids were just killed at a local lover's lane and then talks about the Manson murderers, taking special care to point out the often overlooked victim, Sharon Tate's unborn baby.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, Brother John spends a minute or two talking about how in the old days, a big part of going to rock and roll shows...They weren't yet called concerts...involved slashing your seat and beating up the guy sitting next to you and how that had all changed for the better, except for old acts who draw old fans.
He illustrated his point by telling us about how a recent British tour by Bill Haley and Chuck Berry had to be cut short because of the old fans these old acts attract being so rowdy and dangerous. Imagine that. The kids are harmless and it's the paranoid old people you should be afraid of. We could all learn a lot from that but we can't because there's no time.
Because now we have to move onto Friday night's edition of The Rachel Maddow Show (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/) which contained a segment called Creepy Compelling Crime that briefly outlined some recent thefts from churches in Ireland. I don't remember them all but there was the heart of a Saint who has been dead for around 1,500 years and some splinters that are claimed to be from the cross that Christ died on and there was another thing of the same general ilk that didn't get stolen---But the box that usually contains it did---because it was out being cleaned or something.
Anyway, these items have no discernible value and no everyone is claiming that they can't figure out why they have been stolen but that's cow cookies. Everyone knows that this screams RITUAL. By who and for what? Well, that remains a mystery but we know that someone is trying to summon something. But that doesn't matter. What does matter is that all this a nearly prefect prologue to another Stephen King novel about time travel.
Nay, it's more a dare than prologue. It's the clockwork of the Universe and whatever is behind it, that secretive force that keeps patiently turning all those gears, saying, "Hey, Steve, you managed to do that JFK book but I bet you can't do this one. Come on, I dare you!" And I hope Steve accepts the dare because 11/22/63 is so good.
I still don't know what's going to happen. Right now, Jake/George and Sadie are on a bus heading into downtown Dallas on Friday, November 22, 1963 and the bus has just crashed into a truck. Everything is still up in the air...Oh, some people are saying that I skimmed the Wikipedia article and know that Sadie dies and Jake gets congratulated by not just the FBI but Jack and Jackie themselves so they must have prevented the assassination but I can neither confirm nor deny that.
Just like everyone else stuck in this fake procession of time, you have to wait for the future when I have finished those last 100 odd pages and give you my thoughts on them.