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Ramblings
When you’re single, it turns out you can do more reading than when you’re not. That’s good.
And I know Enjoyability is not a real word but it should be.
Title | Author | Plot/Flow
(out of 10) |
Charcters/subjects (out of 10) | Language (out of 10) | Enjoyability
(out of 10) |
Study in Scarlet (Sherlock Holmes) | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | 9 | 9 | 7 | 8 |
Agaton Sax and the Diamond Thieves | Nils-Olof Franzen. | 7 | 7 | 7 | 7 |
Water for Elephants | Sara Gruen | 5 | 4 | 5 | 5 |
A Brief History of Time | Stephen Hawking | 9 | 2 | 7 | 6 |
The Red Tent | Anita Diamant | 5 | 6 | 4 | 5 |
Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (books 1, 2 and 3) | Steig Larsson | 6 | 9 | 5 | 7 |
Atlas Shrugged | Ayn Rand | 6 | 9 | 7 | 7 |
On the Road | Jack Kerouac | 4 | 7 | 8 | 6 |
Band of Brothers | Stephen E Ambrose | 7 | 9 | 5 | 7 |
Bad Science | Ben Goldacre | 4 | 4 | 6 | 5 |
The Amazing adventures of Kavalier & Clay | Michael Chabon | 4 | 5 | 6 | 5 |
Planetary (Comic) | Garth Ennis et al | 7 | 6 | 6 | 6 |
A Short History of Nearly Everything | Bill Bryson | 6 | 8 | 8 | 8 |
A lot of very successful people can be surprisingly dull.
Sometimes, in order to be truly successful, you have to spend more time on the getting-successful bit than the doing-interesting-things bit. Unless you inherited extortionate wealth and spent it on a giant submarine with a basketball court inside, or building a 10-acre maize maze, or a shark tank under a child’s bedroom floor, being boring can sometimes be a surefire route to success. People will leave you alone and then you can get on with whatever it is that will make you so bloody successful. (Although unfortunately being a failure doesn’t necessarily mean being interesting as a result – a common misconception in the Arts).
And if you’re really, really successful, you don’t even have to bother being interesting – you’ll have no shortage of company, (except perhaps when you’re feeling glum).
Easy steps to being boring:
Here – I took this at Sacks 5th Avenue on Fashion’s Night Out – the lady in the grey jacket sums it up:
The Anatomy of a Bore, by Alan Brien 1963, The Spectator
“The bore is an educator and a perfectionist… He operates as though this were the last and only information on the topic that you would ever be given, so he skips no detail. It is a one-way conversation from the man who knows to the man who must be told. This is not to say the bore monopolises the talk entirely. He will engineer a gap in which you are permitted to enlighten him on some piddling and trivial topic of his choice. He will show a spurious and exaggerated interest in an article of your clothing or demand a minute-by-minute account of your day. Eventually you grind to a halt, conscious that there is professionalism even in boring.”
“To be fair, at the end of the day, (and this is just in my opinion, if I’m being brutally honest), all things said and done, to cut a really long story short, look at it this way: completely between you and me, personally speaking, I have just got to tell you something.
“Bearing in mind that there’s not really any other way to put this, I have to say, (and I really do mean what I’m about to say), I can’t believe you don’t already know what I’m talking about. Basically, what it is is this; for me, in my mind, (and I can only speak for myself when I say this, you know?) but how else are you supposed to look at it?
“From my angle, you know, I’m not being funny but actually words can’t even begin to describe it, if you know what I mean. Have you not noticed? It’s like, in all honesty, I mean, seriously!? It’s pretty hard to see it any other way, as overall, and one doesn’t want to assume, but I would hazard a guess.
“However, let’s not beat around the bush here, I mean, it really is completely, utterly, absolutely, perfectly, totally, literally you know? Do you know what I mean? You couldn’t make it up. You just could not. You know? I mean you tell me!”
I know, right?! Exactly. True story.
Only Great Disorder. It’s what happens when you’re not able to produce anything bad.
OGD doesn’t make you a perfectionist, as that can make you a bit of a dickhead, and not necessarily talented. This is more a case of only pushing out brilliant gems, the stuff that uplifts, inspires or positively provokes, gets copied, gets passed on, absorbed, without hurting or irritating.
Seth Godin argues (well) that we are not mass consumers anymore but tribes. Where the internet was supposed to homogenize us, it has separated us into segments, not out of force, but out of a desire to connect with people like us. It’s Heretic-Chic, and it’s what allows me to find the below people and fill my brain with as much or as little of them as I choose. But because they each have OGD, I’m not the only one hunting them down.
For the origins of OGD, as Paul Arden rightly put it, all ideas are in the Ether, and our plucking of inspiration from the cloud of collective consciousness does not grant us ownership that we can then wear as a badge. We can accept a trophy off the self-important folks we shmoozed, or we can check the number of followers we have on Twitter, but Ayn Rand also argued that if you repeatedly do something good, which creates something positive, aren’t you entitled to feel proud of it? And take the credit? It’s the taking of the credit that makes and breaks a lot of very talented individuals – whether they cross over to the ‘darkside’ of mainstream, try to find a new audience by doing a new thing that upsets what everyone thought they did best, believe the hype or start sticking a load of stuff up their nose.
Unfortunately there’s an impossibly fine line between being talented and being a legitimate arsehole, as Russell Brand and Ricky Gervais will testify, whether unjustly condemned by others or by your own actions. But that shouldn’t stop us celebrating what’s good. For there to be winners, there don’t always necessarily have to be losers. (I wish somebody would say that to Ed Balls).
Here’s a few OGD ‘sufferers’ who consistently churn out greats at the minute. If you have more please send them my way. Please note this is a ‘braindump’ and in no way exclusive – but this special lot came to mind immediately (and I hope will be added to).
OGD Criteria: consistently good, original output that challenges, inspires, impresses and is not repetitive or predictable.
Effective analysis of People-Power:
Seth Godin Click here to see his TED profile
Style, force and energy that’s all her own
Janelle Monae Find her here and buy Metropolis
Brain-Expanding websites
Most obviously: Twitter, Ted.com
Consistently impressive Music Videos that the band plays a major part in
OK GO who actually prompted this entire article because they really are incapable of doing a bad video.
Always impressive directorship
Michel Gondry, Chris Cunningham
Consistently dynamic, unashamed-businessman approach to Art World
Damien Hirst & Banksy
Eccentric, genuine, energetic music that refuses to go mainstream
Powerful, poetic music that refuses to go mainstream
Use of Satire to create genuine positive change
Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Charlie Brooker, (author/presenter of Screenwipe)
Intelligent Analysis
Simon Jenkins and Alan Brien, (now deceased)
Facial expressions that achieve greatness without effort
Bill Murray, Jeff Bridges, Tom Waitts
Making every acting role convincing but different from the last
Consistently funny and very charming blog
Hyperbole and a half, by the brilliant Allie Brosh
Enjoyably surreal and inspired rantage that is thoroughly heartwarming
Ross Noble (despite a pretty hideous looking website; but Youtube the crap out of him anyway)
Consistently beautiful
85% of Scotland,
A boy I knew once who would be surprised I still think about him,
The swamps of Louisiana,
The Islands around Beaufort, South Carolina,
The Southern Alps of New Zealand,
The surrounding valley of Kyoto,
The Norwegian Fjords,
60% of Italy,
The shallow reefs surrounding Fiji
(I’ve a feeling this is quite a large, subjective category and can only include things I’ve seen so far but all suggestions welcome)
Challenging, conflicting, inspiring yet welcoming city
But it can’t all be songs of praise. OGD wouldn’t be so easy to spot if it wasn’t for the fact that there are also some lucky sods who have managed to achieve plenty of success without creating value of any sort. They have CRIS; Consistently Rubbish but Inexplicably Successful syndrome. And we are in the midst of a CRISis. Individuals who profit can’t be blamed for this if we’re happy enough to line their pockets, uttering things like “he really is crap isn’t he” and then watching his show/buying his book, but I can at least take this opportunity to name and shame and expect lots of anger from diehard fans.
Repetitive Narcissism and crimes against journalism
Piers Morgan,
Dogmatic adherence to any form of conspiracy based on loosely-seized speculations that undermine the need for reasoned understanding through use of easy-to-remember animated videos
Michael Moore
Maintenance of an acting career despite only being able to portray one’s self (although in some cases this self may fit a role, eg Jerry Maguire)
Tom Cruise
Nicholas Cage
Michael Ciera
Jack Black
Anthony Hopkins
Drew Barrymore
Jennifer Aniston
Keira Knightley
Charlie Sheen
Halle Berry
Ben Stiller
Adam Sandler
John Travolta
Bruce Willis
Ashton Kutcher
Katy Holmes
Johnny Depp (yes I know he’s great but he is always Johny Depp)
Robert Downey Jr (also great but always Robert Downey Jr)
Maintenance of a musical career despite distinct lack of talent
Rihanna
Akon
Robbie flippin Williams
Taylor Swift
James Blunt (although now serves as a way to criticize someone without offending your mother).
Maintenance of any career despite distinct lack of talent
70% of Wall Street & the City of London who expect something for nothing, fast, and bugger the rest of us.
The Kardashians
Katie Price / Jordan
the Game
Twista
The Olsen Twins
Ed Balls
John Butcher is regarded as many things by many. An eccentric. A loyal friend. A great speaker. A loose canon. A bizarre chef. A Pub lover. A limmeric author. An Encyclopedia. A loving husband. A Mountain Walker. A Smoker. An Englishman. A chuckler. A Birmingham City Fan. A Rock Opera writer. A Businessman. A Polititian. A writer. A father. A Historian. A patriot.
It’s easy to wax lyrical about someone who’s no longer with us, but for his family the proof is in the friends we have now, how we see our world and what we do in it. This link is perhaps more discerning than I’m capable of being.
We knew him as Butch. Butch, who called contemporary Pubs “Ikea with Beer”, who followed a flaming curry with Cadbury’s Fruit and Nut, even if the only place to get it was an hour down the Motorway. Butch who lost his car keys twice a day, and saved Nina Simone “for Special Occasions”. Butch who took a blind man up a mountain and described the view. Butch who drove 2 hours at 2 am to pick up a sobbing daughter and race her back with the top down and the speakers screaming. Butch who befriended an entire pub full of Seasoned Lakeland locals, and who could discuss the geology of Northern England and Spike Milligan in the same breath, who was forbidden to have a pet owl. Butch who landed in a paraglider in the middle of a football match, and learned to ski at 60. Butch who made anything-goes Curries, and roasted horse chestnuts, and ate berries off the branch, and hated Magpies with a passion. Butch walked all of the highest mountains in England and could name everything he saw. Butch who met the queen a lot, and a few other heads of state, and Stevie Wonder, and had Maggie Thatcher round for tea, and wore the same hideous swimming trunks for twenty years, and who never wanted to have a ‘relaxing’ holiday. Butch who took his family up in an airship, and would drop everything to get to a gig. Butch who would say the entire “Feast of Crispen” speech from Henry V, just long enough to make everyone feel uncomfortable. butch who hated ‘pointless’ Yorkshire Terriers but loved a very noble mongrel called Jake. Butch who made his friends sing ‘Delilah’ in Pantomime outfits, who did a convincing Michael Caine, who liked to dance with his children in the Conservatory, who plotted uncatchable ways of destroying speed cameras, who despaired at the Political media, but delighted at the Fast Show, who instilled Motown in his children but loved anything good. Butch who told us to make our minds up as we go along, according to what we learn, not just what we’re told.
John Butcher; like Buster Meeks, a loving and loveable bright light, stolen too soon and a tough one to outshine, but one that endures.
“Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God’s grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.” Hugh Latimer [attrib. to John Foxe]
I live in New York. I write. I draw. I walk. I laugh. I have three rules:
There’s another one: “Don’t just chuck Spam at chickenwire and see what drips off” – but I have difficulty sticking to that.
I like to push friends down the street on office chairs. I like to try 3am Parkour in inapropriate shoes. I like Teriyaki Beef Jerky until it makes me feel sick. I like live music. I like Binbags to be used as a form of sledge that works on grass. I like lists. I think Inanimate Object Charades is a family game you play at Christmas. I exceed the recommended Alcohol units per week. I think Mulled Wine looks great in Polystyrene cups with rude words written on. I don’t eat as well as I used to. I think Blogs are for Verbal Diorrhea that makes friends, rather than offends.