The Man and His Wisdom
When I was seven years old, I learned from Clint Eastwood never to put ketchup on a hot dog. It was sound advice, and I’ve never regretted listening to him.
So, on this fundamental, childhood level, invoking little things that changed my life, there’s something fantastic about walking through a bookstore and seeing a book titled Wisdom with the man himself on the cover. I love it. It’s one part photobook, one part essay collection, and I really do think it deserves its title. Neither Morgan Freeman nor Patrick Stewart appears, which does disappoint me a little bit (Stewart may be just a few years on the young end of the project’s scope), but overall I very much enjoyed my time with it, and I’ll be buying a copy soon. The book’s website has a great trailer, which sums up the book better than I could.
Part of Mr. Eastwood’s entry, particularly, caught my attention, so I copied it down to share with you here:
Take your profession seriously; don’t take yourself seriously. Don’t take yourself seriously in the process, because you really only matter to a certain degree in the whole circus out there. If you take yourself seriously you’re not going to be able to move forward and use your best artistic instincts. You’re going to be hampered by always wanting to look in the mirror and see if you have enough tuna oil in your hair or something like that.
I don’t think anyone would regret listening to that, either.
Though I disagree with the ketchup not being put on a hot dog…
…his advice from that book is sound.
I will set aside a bit of money for that book :]
My hot dogs wear mustard and relish. Dragging them through the garden can be good when you’re in that kind of mood.
But… ketchup? I find most ketchups to be very bland in their sweetness. Ketchup goes on fries.
I tease, of course. There are a lot of unaccountable regionalisms in hot-dog land. My girl-dream, being from that part of the country, puts coleslaw on hers sometimes (which is surprisingly tasty). Hot dogs are very democratic that way.
There is actually a pub around here that makes their own(!!!) highly fantastic ketchup, and I will put it on just about anything I get there (except hot dogs, though I have considered it at least once). If you make it out for YaoiCon one of these years, I’ll take you there.
( I am going to post something awesome tomorrow. I’m really excited. You’ll love it. )
Everything about that hot dog looks great. Except for the poppy seeds. Poppy seeds are for cake and only cake :P
Coleslaw?! Now that is one I’ve never heard of. …Must get friends to try this out.
Sounds like fun! We’ll see how it all works out. My job and educational plans have taken a very…interesting turn. A rather good one, though :]
Oh, sweet!! I look forward to reading it after a long day of work!
What do you have against poppyseed muffins? I guess muffins are like small cakes, in their own way, but…
One of the great things about my girl-dream is the sheer amount of independence she has, outside of my headspace. I’d never heard of coleslaw on a hot dog either, before I met her. Go figure.
A terrifying run in with a poppyseed bagel at Sunday school years ago :P
Independent characters are awesome. Have to say, though. Coleslaw on a hot dog. That’s a pretty darn creative character right there.
Haha, okay.
The interesting thing about the coleslaw hotdog is that this is apparently a standard, fairly popular topping in Georgia (where my girl-dream, or at least her accent, is from) and the Carolinas. I had no idea about this before I met her.
Little weird details like that help carve out her own special place in my mind.
Dang. That’s pretty wicked right there :]