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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Mood Swing Architecture Science

I'm starting a campaign to resurrect R. Buckminster Fuller. I need him. In addition to inventing a cure for world hunger, cancelling our dependence on nonrenewable energy sources, and balancing the federal budget, I figure old Bucky could give me a pep talk and cheer me up.

Everybody has the right to have a bad day. Or a bad week. I've been having a bad month.

I've been down in the dumps for a couple weeks. I haven't been doing the exercize I promised myself. I've used no discipline when it comes to money. I started smoking again. I'm disappointed in myself. When I get like this, I let filth accrue in my room. This tends to amplify my mood until anger snaps me back to reality.

My room is a wreck. Old french fries are turning green and white. Ashtrays are overflowing. Candy wrappers and cellophanes peek out from under chair cushions. My clothes lay in heaps, clean and dirty intermingled. I have no enthusiam, energy, or desire. Frequently I get home from work and go straight to sleep. My mattress is leaning up against the wall, so I sleep on the hard floor, sweating in the heat, itching at the cracked CD cases digging into my legs. I've averaged ten to twelve hours of sleep a night. I am lethargy incarnate.

My life is decent. I have no excuse to feel sorry for myself. I've let frustrations and setbacks combine, creating a potent mixture of dejection and laziness. I need a good kick in the ass. Or the face.

That's why I need to bring Bucky Fuller back to life. Listen to this:

"In 1927, at the age of 32, Buckminster Fuller stood on the shores of Lake Michigan, prepared to throw himself into the freezing waters. His first child had died. He was bankrupt, discredited and jobless, and he had a wife and new-born daughter. On the verge of suicide, it suddenly struck him that his life belonged, not to himself, but to the universe."

Sounds like a load of hokey new age crap, right? Well, old Bucky took it seriously enough and became an inventor, scientist, and philanthropist. He represents the triumph of human endeavor. He was a pinnacle of entreprenuerial can-do spirit. He was an inspiration to self-pitying losers everywhere. His example screams "Stop whining, lazypants! Get off your duff and make something happen!"

I'm going to dig him up, slather his bones in thick wet clumpy clay, hook him to my car with jumper cables, and zap the fucker right back to life. Hopefully he'll be in good humor about it.

"You monsters! How dare you use my geodesic dome for Epcot Center! I have 25 patents! I wrote 28 books! I circled the globe 58 times! I'm goddamned feisty! My dome is a triumph of mathematics, not an emblem for Mickey fucking Mouse! My teardrop aerocar-"

BzzZZzz-psSHT! Crackle.

Damn. The alternator again. Maybe this wasn't the best way to drag myself out of my malaise. If Fuller taught me anything, it's that all change starts with me. Not with reanimated codgers from a monochrome past. I'll have to come up with something all by my lonesome. Maybe I'll go swimming while drunk. Or fast for a week. I could try my hand at graffiti. Something will cheer me up.

Sorry Buck. I'm putting you back. The world will have to go on without you again, and so will I. I hope I didn't singe your maggots too severely.


Who was R. Buckminster Fuller? Click Here And Find Out. The geodesic dome is his most well known creation.
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June 21, 2005 2:15 PM, Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Did you return his buckyballs to the grave?

June 21, 2005 2:42 PM, Blogger Kerouaced said...

Tampering with the dead is a risky proposition. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. You might wake up one night and Bucky will be lying ont he CD cases beside you...great story BTW...

June 21, 2005 4:40 PM, Anonymous jamie said...

no drunken swimming for you. buck up little camper!

June 21, 2005 6:37 PM, Blogger The Everglades said...

We all need a Bucky in our lives.

When I'm down in the dumps I just dive head-first into the shallow end. If I walk away, then I take it as a sign to get off my ass.


June 22, 2005 3:32 AM, Blogger if_i_had_a_hammer said...

i hadn't heard of this guy before. i guess i've been living under a rock. sounds like a great man. i did some searching around the web for him and found some cool stuff while i should have been working. thanks for the distraction.

June 22, 2005 7:50 AM, Blogger ty bluesmith said...

is it safe to comment here again?

if you, you da man.

any interest in playing haikus again??

June 22, 2005 8:34 AM, Blogger Anonysis said...

I hope your writing can inspire you, because it is good and inspires me. I should write a paper on this guy for school. I had a few panicky days when I thought my choice of schoolwork was too frivolous and shallow, and that I ought to do more for the world, like nursing or counseling. But there are all kinds of ways to do good for the world, and be more useful to the universe, and Steve, just right now you did something useful for me.
So there you go. A beginning.

June 22, 2005 11:07 AM, Blogger Dave Morris said...

I feel inspired, now. After reading your piece I remembered that all good things start inside... not with Drambuie, porn and Earth, Wind & Fire records...

June 22, 2005 11:33 AM, Blogger Belldoorlover said...

The last person I know who went drunk swimming slammed his head into the wall. Maybe that is the jumpstart you want but you might want to consult the Other Brother on the pain involved first.

June 22, 2005 12:25 PM, Blogger You Can't Afford Me said...

i'm right there with ya. i feel so blah as of late. you're having a bad month, i've been having a bad year, for 2 straight years. let's go drunk swimming together!

June 22, 2005 12:35 PM, Blogger Floyd said...

I suggest alcohol and lots of it. Sure, it might not improve your mood but you'll be so drunk you'll forget it anyway.

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