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the-woodpecker.livejournal.com) wrote in ways_back_room2004-07-20 04:33 pm
Belated Intro!
"Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set his alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill youself."
--Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
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muffinbutt, and I'm the_woodpecker, or Bernard Mickey Wrangle, from Tom Robbins' novel Still Life With Woodpecker.
This is my second LJ RPG; however, I haven't done any RPing to speak of for almost a year, so bear with me. I'm 24, and I'm a graduate student in Boston. I'm set to move to Ann Arbor in about 2 weeks to start another graduate program. Errrr, I don't really know what else to write here. :D
Here's a bit about Bernard, because the book isn't nearly as popular as it once was. Bernard Mickey Wrangle was born to a family of itinerant fruit pickers, and abandoned at two years old at a gas station in Walla Walla Valley. The only name he answered to was Baby. He was adopted by a failed-actor-turned-onion-rancher named Dude Wrangle and his philosophy professor wife Kathleen. He was just Baby Wrangle until the age of 15, when he picked a name at random and headed off to boarding school.
The thing about Bernard that one must always remember is that he is an outlaw, not a criminal. He doesn't consider himself a criminal, because criminals do things like blow buildings up in order to hurt people, out of pure spite. Bernard does it all for the explosion, for the sheer defiance of it, for the beauty of having a place that simultaneously challenges society and is outside of it; he also doesn't mind if there's a small political gain along with the poetry of falling rubble. He's not much for movements and self-righteous posturing, though, and he'll (non-homicidally) blow up your Greenpeace summit as soon as look at it, but he's sort of made of love and goodwill for everyone.
Seriously. Even though he destroyed your booth dedicated to the wellbeing of plankton in the Northern Atlantic, it wasn't personal. And wasn't the fire pretty? *g*
Bernard landed himself in jail in the late 60's by blowing up what he thought was an empty chemistry building in Madison, Wisconsin. He thought that the work being done there was being used to help the US fight in Vietnam, so he thought he'd make it go boom, for a laugh. A grad student was caught in the blast, and his legs, marriage, career, and groundbreaking research into male birth control were all destroyed. This event landed him in the jail on McNeil's Island, which he blasted out of to land in Milliway's. It also engendered an unwavering interest in alternative birth controls, a subject upon which he is an expert.
There's a lot more, of course, but I've been verbose enough. Bah.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set his alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill youself."
--Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
Hey, I'm
muffinbutt, and I'm the_woodpecker, or Bernard Mickey Wrangle, from Tom Robbins' novel Still Life With Woodpecker.This is my second LJ RPG; however, I haven't done any RPing to speak of for almost a year, so bear with me. I'm 24, and I'm a graduate student in Boston. I'm set to move to Ann Arbor in about 2 weeks to start another graduate program. Errrr, I don't really know what else to write here. :D
Here's a bit about Bernard, because the book isn't nearly as popular as it once was. Bernard Mickey Wrangle was born to a family of itinerant fruit pickers, and abandoned at two years old at a gas station in Walla Walla Valley. The only name he answered to was Baby. He was adopted by a failed-actor-turned-onion-rancher named Dude Wrangle and his philosophy professor wife Kathleen. He was just Baby Wrangle until the age of 15, when he picked a name at random and headed off to boarding school.
The thing about Bernard that one must always remember is that he is an outlaw, not a criminal. He doesn't consider himself a criminal, because criminals do things like blow buildings up in order to hurt people, out of pure spite. Bernard does it all for the explosion, for the sheer defiance of it, for the beauty of having a place that simultaneously challenges society and is outside of it; he also doesn't mind if there's a small political gain along with the poetry of falling rubble. He's not much for movements and self-righteous posturing, though, and he'll (non-homicidally) blow up your Greenpeace summit as soon as look at it, but he's sort of made of love and goodwill for everyone.
Seriously. Even though he destroyed your booth dedicated to the wellbeing of plankton in the Northern Atlantic, it wasn't personal. And wasn't the fire pretty? *g*
Bernard landed himself in jail in the late 60's by blowing up what he thought was an empty chemistry building in Madison, Wisconsin. He thought that the work being done there was being used to help the US fight in Vietnam, so he thought he'd make it go boom, for a laugh. A grad student was caught in the blast, and his legs, marriage, career, and groundbreaking research into male birth control were all destroyed. This event landed him in the jail on McNeil's Island, which he blasted out of to land in Milliway's. It also engendered an unwavering interest in alternative birth controls, a subject upon which he is an expert.
There's a lot more, of course, but I've been verbose enough. Bah.
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The thing about Bernard is, he really loves to bomb things. This must be a plot point eventually. MUAH.
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That is all.
Now I want to read this book too. Milliways made my to do list grow twenty times!
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:"> :P
He'll be waking up from his Veela-sex-induced coma in a couple of hours. :))