Walken and Talkin’
The logical conclusion of all Aaron Sorkin’s work to date, this program removes all pretense of plot and character development, featuring in each episode just 23 minutes of witty, fast-paced banter between Walken and a rotating cast of witty, fast-paced actors.
Sort of an Unsolved Mysteries for the contemporary audience, Walken Contradiction finds the eponymous host examining various paradoxes with the assistance of experts in relevant fields.
Walken, Don’t Run
A program dedicated to the growing field of Mindfulness, Walken, Don’t Run features Christopher Walken mostly just cooing softly, not unlike a tall and human mourning dove.
While living in Paris, I littered my public interactions with apologies — owing, that is, to my lack of facility with the language.
Of such benefit was the practice that I’ve continued it back in the States. Now, though, I apologize not for any shortcomings in French but rather my existence itself. The results are overwhelmingly positive.
The prospect of paying the rent — or, more precisely, of lacking the necessary funds to do so — is terrifying. Also terrifying, however, is the tedium one must endure — by means of finding gainful employment — in the service of paying the rent.
To review, then: both paying and also not paying the rent — this is what’s terrifying.
Here’s a spiritual exercise for your ungovernable sloth: for the remainder of the day, proceed as though it’s among your best, as opposed to your worst, qualities. At the end of the day, consider the results. Continue ad mortem.
What Janet plans to do at her place by the lake in a few weeks.
Host a shindig.
What happens to Janet when she stays in the house too long.
Janet’s elegant solution to the problem of getting nutty.
Get out of the house a little.
Epicurus claims that one is capable of finding spiritual equanimity under any circumstance. Meanwhile, parked at a rest stop along an unrelenting stretch of Midwestern interstate, I observe a tired woman Windexing the glass doors of an edifice denoted by a sign (mistakenly, I assume) as the Welcome Center. Minutes later, she’s moved to a metal bench, where she smokes a cigarette while gazing without interest upon a collection of nearby weeds.
The tableau would appear to offer a compelling counterargument to Epicurus, who unfortunately — owing to his death thousands of years ago — is unable to enter the debate.
My wife relates to me the plot of a novel she’s reading in which the protagonist is incapable of experiencing pleasure — from which fact I gather that’s it’s an autobiographical work. The inability to experience pleasure is a necessary condition for the composition of a novel.