Dear Mole: Illogical Logic

Hello, Old Friend.

The mountain air is invigorating, the wildlife gives Jesse plenty of critters to chase, and I took my first trip to Burger Boy last week when my niece and her boyfriend came through town. A top notch burger, as expected, but the fries left something to be desired.

There was an episode of the original Star Trek series wherein Spock took charge as commanding officer after Kirk disappeared on some unknown planet inhabited by an aggressive and bloodthirsty man in a silly monster suit creature. As CO, it now falls upon Spock to decide which crew members to beam down to the planet in search of The Cap’n. Of course, he approaches the problem with what he deems to be “pure logic”, yet time and again, those unnamed crewmen lose their lives due to Spock’s inability to factor emotion into his decisions. You see, since the creature itself was potentially guided by emotion and his human shipmates unquestionably so, failure to factor in the possible emotion-driven reactions of all involved wound up killing quite a few very temporary Enterprise denizens whose names you won’t even find on IMDB.

I talk a really good game with the logical, Stoical nonsense, but like anyone and everyone who ever has paid lip-service to this dubious ideal, I’m full of shit. In fact, what is the common impetus for the intellectual “endeavors” of history’s Stoics, logicians, Zen masters, and stone-faced semi-statues? That’s right: an emotional distaste for uncomfortable emotions. By claiming that I don’t experience such emotions or even that they affect me to a lesser degree than they do most people, I am ironically admitting that at some point in the past, I found my own human emotions to be so intense, not to mention anathema to my implausible worldview, that they had to be eradicated (impossible). In this sense, all those years sitting on my ass in front of a shrine of pewter Buddha statues actually represented an emotional outburst, not a pragmatic training of my mind. What’s the difference between the calmness of the “enlightened” mind of the Dalai Lama, for instance, and the defeated stillness of Al Bundy? Very little. One of them actually believes he’s doing something important while the other believes quite the opposite, but the end result is more similar than any of us would like to admit.

On a completely different note, I got a remote job transcribing recorded interviews for insurance companies, which is the same exact occupation I held 30 years ago, but without the commute. And as you can imagine, it turns out that “wasting” a year and a half of my life composing the utterly ridiculous shit show that is Notes From The Avalon served as indispensable preparation for this particular occupation.

It’s also a Stoic’s dream job.

And now, for no logical reason whatsoever, here’s Kage and Jaybels utterly slaying the Beatles:



11 thoughts on “Dear Mole: Illogical Logic

  1. CongratZ on the job!
    Logic… I’ve been taught to use it. At home. In school… It was meant to solve problems the ‘clean’ way. Logic speaks to everyone…
    Here I am, all these years later with people telling me that I don’t show much of my humanity. They refuse to listen to reason (yet, they refuse to listen to emotion, either)…
    This world, I tell ya…

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  2. I have transcribed, taken live and archived such insurance documents since “retiring” from the rigors of the music biz. Shit will rot your brain. Particularly the grammar. Wanna larn tuh rat vernaklar, there’s your gig. As regards the philosophical content – and the ridiculousness of pondering the belly button of “religion” – Here’s Axis of Awesome. WWJD?

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  3. Ok, a year and half wasting your time writing Notes from The Avalon, and now the Universe tells you, or you have come to realize that the time wasn’t wasted at all…it was preparing yourself, training yourself, to become a transcriber for insurance companies so you can make some money, eat, pay rent and sustain yourself? Well, the job sounds even more mind-numbing than blogging, but your actions seems to convey the meaning of a “unintended consequences” and goes to show that no energy is actually ever wasted, regardless of what we think in the moment. I’ll keep this in mind as I try to figure what my own shit means and whether it adds up to anything. Glad you’re happy, and good to see you blogging again.

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