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No Frame of Reference #15

Section: No Frame of Reference  | Date: February 19th, 2010

george carlin No Frame of Reference—Musings from the Arch Dudeship

By Rev. Dwayne Eutsey

Hola Dudes,

It’s another lazy, snowy day here at the Monastery, just takin’ ‘er easy with a hot cup of holy coffee and reading a cool book written by one of our Greatest Dudes in History, George Carlin.

It’s his last book, fittingly entitled Last Words, published in 2009, about a year after Carlin was placed forever in his final modestly priced receptacle.

It’s a purty good story, in which George (with a little help from his friend and fellow satirist Tony Hendra) offers anecdotes from an inneresting life devoted to making people laugh (and think) to beat the band.

According to Hendra, though, “autobiography” was not Carlin’s preferred genre nomenclature.

LastWords_GeorgeCarlin“George didn’t want to call it an autobiography,” Hendra writes in his introduction to the book. “Only pinheaded criminal business pricks and politicians wrote ‘autobiographies.’” Carlin also rejected the “narcissistic Gallicism” known as the memoir because it seemed too much like the “linguistic mongrel of ‘me’ and ‘moi.’”

So, in the parlance of Carlin’s earthy vernacular, call Last Words a “sortabiography”, please. And do it in English, too.

I’m about halfway through the sortabiography, so I can’t give it a full review yet, but I do like the life story that Carlin and Hendra unfold so far…most parts, anyway. I can’t help but wonder if the book wouldn’t have benefited from Carlin applying his workman-like writing style to the manuscript before he died.

Still, from what I’m reading, it’s clear that George Carlin was indeed one of us, rolling through all the strikes and gutters, the ups and downs of life, and abiding like a true Dude through it all.

burns and carlin For example, when he and his comedy partner Jack Burns were trying to make it in Hollywood and discovered that what little money they had was stolen, Carlin muses in dudelike fashion:

“We had to get some dough, get work. But unfortunately we’d made a mutual pact not to ever really work. We would not park cars or wait tables. It was show business or starve. We had to get back into radio. Like I said, we weren’t going to work.”

After finding success as a professional comedian in the ‘60s, Carlin experienced (like many of us do) the tension between the person he had to be in order to feed the monkey and the inner dude he really was:

“I had a dual life between 1962 and 1964,” he writes about his early years in Chicago. “I worked in nightclubs to earn money and I spent most of my free time with the folkies, rock ‘n’ rollers, people from Second City. The outsider, the rebel in me was being fed by these associations. As a lifelong pot smoker I fit in that way, too. I felt comfortable around them. Already by this time they were beginning to look a little like the hippies they would become. Beginning to affect the free-and-easy physical style that went with their philosophies.”

port-huron-statement So, George was there at the beginning of the free-and-easy revolution that the Dude himself helped to ignite with his uncompromised first draft of the Port Huron Statement. And, although I’ve only made it half way through the sortabiography, I happen to know Carlin also lived to see that revolution return underground during the reactionary ‘80s and morph into various manifestations during the ‘90s and early 21st century.

While he may not have been a hero (‘cause what’s a hero?), Carlin continued to give voice to the essence of that revolution, even as many expressed condolences because they thought it was over. I don’t know if Carlin knew anything about Dudeism before he died, but he definitely remained true to and even embodied the tenets of our ethos right up to his curmudgeonly end.

That’s what it means to abide, man, which is why so many Dudeists like me, on a personal level, remain really enormous fans of this Dude called George Carlin.

Making it to the Finals: Dudeist Eschatology

Now, all this talk about “last words” and “the end” and whatnot brings to mind something else I’ve been pondering lately when not reading Carlin’s book or driving around: what’s the Dudeist take on the End of the World As We Know It?

the end of the world Like the Dude looking for the rug that tied his room together, we’re all like little children who wander into the middle of a cosmological movie, wanting to know how it’s all about and how it’s going to end. In their effort to give us a frame of reference for this unimaginably vast universe we find ourselves spinning around in, many religions offer stories about how it all began (like Genesis in the Bible) and prophecies letting us know how it’s all going to end (like the acid-flashback narrative in the Book of Revelation).

Even science offers up speculations on what may be in store for our solar system. According to a recent article, the Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory in Arizona has detected a distant sun, named Chi Cygni, in the final throes of its stellar existence:

“Chi Cygni is now in a phase of its life called the red giant stage,” the article reports, “where it has inflated so much that, were it in our solar system, it would engulf every planet out to Mars. And indeed, the sun will likely do just that one day when it is a red giant. At that point, the Earth will most likely be toast.”

No need to panic or go quitting your day job just yet, though, dudes. This here end-of-the-world scenario isn’t scheduled to happen for another 5 billion years or so, give or take a few minutes.

mayan calendar Of course, there are quite a few reactionaries and nihilists running around today claiming that the end is much closer than we think. Some point to the ancient Mayan calendar with its apocalyptic alarm supposedly set to go off on December 24, 2012. Others point to the “signs of the times” they believe indicate we’re nearing some kind of cataclysmic finale.

These dreadful signs include the increasing number of devastating earthquakes and severe weather events, wars and rumors of wars, famines, the ongoing financial meltdown, and perhaps most horrific of all, Lady Gaga’s recent duet with Elton John at the Grammys.

So, what does Dudeism have to say, if anything, about the End Times? Well, to be honest with you, dudes, I don’t know what to make of all this (especially the whole Lady Gaga thing). I don’t think anybody else does either, even though that doesn’t stop people from rambling on about it.

There is this thing called “eschatology” that’s supposed to help us understand what in God’s holy name these doomsday types keep blathering about.

From what I can tell, eschatology is a scary-sounding word that can be seen as combining the Latin phrase “e” (out of) and “scat” (another word for shit) with the suffix “–ology” (the study of), which gives you: “The study of scaring the shit out of people.”

judgment-day Well, that’s just, like, my opinion, man. It can also mean, according to wiser folks than myself over at Princeton, “the branch of theology that is concerned with such final things as death and Last Judgment; Heaven and Hell; the ultimate destiny of humankind.”

Either way, both definitions seem true to me. People are always concerned about the big picture, ultimate destiny of humankind in one way or another, but I think even more of us enjoy having the shit scared out of us as well. In both cases, our attention is diverted away from having to deal with the more mundane aspects of our daily lives.

Regardless of whether we all only have a couple more years left (as some say about the Mayan calendar), or whether we’ll have to continue finding things to do for the next 5 billion years, the simple truth is we’re all going to face our own personal end time one day. Before that happens, be sure to take it easy and enjoy as much of the ride as you can.

Donny I think the Dudeist take on eschatological concerns is the same answer we have for everything: You can’t worry about that shit, man. Life really is too short.

Spend your time being true to yourself and to those you love, savoring the time, creating something, watching The Big Lebowski yet again before venturing outside to feel the sunshine. Stay human.

That way, after you wrap it all up and speak your last words you can die with a smile on your face knowing the cosmos was never trying to scam anyone here, man.

I don’t know about you, but I take comfort in that.

Abidingly,

The A-D


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12 Responses to “No Frame of Reference #15”

  1. chalupa on February 19th, 2010 9:44 am

    I never really started appreciated George until I saw him in Kevin Smith started utilizing him in films. He’s so hilarious and amazing. I need to check out this book.

  2. The Arch Dudeship on February 19th, 2010 10:02 am

    As he admits in the book, he became a parody of himself as the ’70s ended. One of the things I like about the book is how he realizes the need to be true to himself and continually reinvent himself as an artist.

  3. joebama on February 19th, 2010 12:29 pm

    Aside from the fact that life really is too short to “worry about that shit, man”, consider that uptight Christians (among others) have been prophesizing that “the end is nigh” for a couple thousand years now.

    As a kid, I went to an extremely uptight church — and every week these fucking fascists would have a new “sign of the times” that was supposedly an indication that the Apocalypse or Rapture or what have you was bound to happen any day now. The idea of the end of the world as we know it, as applied by a lot of religious organizations, is just another mechanism to instill fear into the hearts of their congregations, ensuring that they’ll keep coming back for their weekly dose of uptight-thinking opiates.

    But that’s just like, my opinion, man.

  4. Rev Wendy on February 19th, 2010 1:37 pm

    WOW swiss watch article , man! truly , you were throwing rocks with that one. very far out.
    Good old GC , combined with Dudeism…in one piece….fuckin’ A.

    I only really discovered GC at the age of 28…it was his bit on the Earth and plastic that hooked me,and i’ve tried to soak up as much of his stuff as possible in the last 7 years. He was definitely the dude for his time and place.

  5. The Arch Dudeship on February 19th, 2010 1:52 pm

    Oh, and Dudes:

    “Mayan” is not the preferred nomenclature. “Meso American,” please.

  6. fnbarrett on February 20th, 2010 10:33 am

    Great article man. Loved Carlin and this was a great way to start my Saturday morning. To those reading that found him later in his life, better late than never I say. The man was a genius and the epitome of dudeliness.

  7. chalupa on February 20th, 2010 10:54 am

    Meso American? You mean mestizo? Uh, I mean, I know some indigenous peoples man.

  8. The Arch Dudeship on February 20th, 2010 2:01 pm

    Thankee, dudes.

    And I do believe the Maya were considered among the ancient Mesoamerican civilizations:

    http://www.interfaith.org/ancient/mesoamerica/

  9. Rev. AF on February 22nd, 2010 2:55 am

    The Cardinal of Dogma with the real Jesus, the Buddy Christ. Far out Arch Dudeship. :)
    As regards the end of the world, well, I just don’t know. If those Eastern fellas are right our spirits (soul and alcohol) will simply move somewhere else. Or we’ll just keep bowling in Dudervana. Or both depending from us. I’ve always thought that the human being is something more than just flesh and bones, but that’s just my opinion. I’m not that worried about the end of the world, which for the Earth could be an advantage, only that I’d like to have some more zesty enterprise before. :)

  10. Rev. Ed C on February 22nd, 2010 6:24 am

    Strike, AD, mark it X!

    End of the world, certainly something to think about, but perhaps not dwell on, it’ll only bring on the worry-wrinkles. Seeing as the end of the world isn’t something we can do a whole lot about, it certainly does come under the catagory of “fuck it”.

    Because existance is riddled with uncertainties, such as ‘why, how long and does it come in aqua chrome?’ we just don’t know what lies beyond, and when all our earthbound achievements will get blasted across the cosmos. And, for that matter, we don’t know how grounded (or rather, celestially ungrounded) any prophecies of doom may be. Too many uncertainties, I think we can chalk this one up to “maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t, whatever”.

    In the end, if the world blows up in late 2012 and I wasn’t paying attention, there won’t be egg on my face for more than a nano-second before there’s no face, no egg and no record of either ever having existed. And, if I end up on the other side of the viel, looking around at the ghosts of my fellow humans, I think my next words would be “So it was the Mayans, too bad I put £5 on Nostradamus to win!”

  11. The Arch Dudeship on February 22nd, 2010 6:31 am

    I dig your style, Rev. Ed. That just about wraps ‘er all up.

  12. ozzy85 on March 7th, 2010 10:31 pm

    Funny you mention Carlin’s book. I bought it a week ago and just finished reading it. One of the things I take from him is how to think. Not what to think. Important difference. For that I’m grateful.

    … End of the world?

    I’ve survived a couple of them. Some sort of planetary alignment in ’82 (…or was it ’81?) was supposed to cause all kinds of seismic disruption or some sorta thing.

    Y2K.

    …Next?…

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