https://mothersofbrothers.com/the-unstuffiness-of-george-carlin/ All about life with boys...and life in general Sat, 21 Dec 2019 17:09:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 https://mothersofbrothers.com/the-unstuffiness-of-george-carlin/comment-page-1/#comment-158 Leslie Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:15:10 +0000 http://mothersofbrothers.com/?p=56#comment-158 I heard an interview with George Carlin on Fresh Air where he commented that all of us and our stuff are made from essentially the same thing. That our core composition is identical, which is the theory behind I am you and you are me and we are we and we are all together. So, in some way, I guess we are our stuff! At least now that's my new justification. I heard an interview with George Carlin on Fresh Air where he commented that all of us and our stuff are made from essentially the same thing. That our core composition is identical, which is the theory behind I am you and you are me and we are we and we are all together. So, in some way, I guess we are our stuff! At least now that’s my new justification.

]]> https://mothersofbrothers.com/the-unstuffiness-of-george-carlin/comment-page-1/#comment-140 Jeff Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:55:28 +0000 http://mothersofbrothers.com/?p=56#comment-140 As kids, my brothers and I laughed ourselves into uncontrolled tears listening to George Carlin's records. (WOW - those seven dirty words are still seared into my brain.) We thought we were getting away w/something dangerous by playing "such profanity" on our childhood record players right under our parents' noses. Until late one night we heard our parents and their friends howling w/laughter at the same records. We got most but not all the jokes. George had an interesting thought about "stuff" and mortality. He guessed that each of us has a mythical pile of stuff where mismatched socks, odd ties, and junk gathered. The junk pile would grow, waiting for each of us at death. So maybe after all, we could choose from a lifetime of "stuff" what to take with us. Or we could confirm in the end that we were happier without all that worldly junk. As kids, my brothers and I laughed ourselves into uncontrolled tears listening to George Carlin’s records. (WOW – those seven dirty words are still seared into my brain.) We thought we were getting away w/something dangerous by playing “such profanity” on our childhood record players right under our parents’ noses. Until late one night we heard our parents and their friends howling w/laughter at the same records. We got most but not all the jokes. George had an interesting thought about “stuff” and mortality. He guessed that each of us has a mythical pile of stuff where mismatched socks, odd ties, and junk gathered. The junk pile would grow, waiting for each of us at death. So maybe after all, we could choose from a lifetime of “stuff” what to take with us. Or we could confirm in the end that we were happier without all that worldly junk.

]]> https://mothersofbrothers.com/the-unstuffiness-of-george-carlin/comment-page-1/#comment-137 skellie Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:17:19 +0000 http://mothersofbrothers.com/?p=56#comment-137 Mr. Carlin's humor was the first non G-rated comedy I ever heard ..very memorable. And yeah, about "stuff" ...it only took a brief chat with my spouse re moving into a new home... resulting in nightmares about feeling emcumbered by my possessions, and my unsuccesful attempts to shed the stuff. One recurring dream is deliberately leaving everything from my suitcase in the hotel room at the end of a trip. Still, I return home to bulging drawers and closets at home. I've unloaded at consignment shops, the "Boutique" at the dump, and Cradles to Crayons. The junk seems to replenish at home like an automatic ice maker. What children's story had this theme? Maybe I' thinking of that pot that cotinued to produce porridge even when the streets were flooded with the gruel, or the loaves and fishes. Except the needy and hungry aren't being helped. Every morning I awaken filled with shame and not even a learning experience to to provide an ever so flimsy silver lining. Mr. Carlin’s humor was the first non G-rated comedy I ever heard ..very memorable. And yeah, about “stuff” …it only took a brief chat with my spouse re moving into a new home… resulting in nightmares about feeling emcumbered by my possessions, and my unsuccesful attempts to shed the stuff. One recurring dream is deliberately leaving everything from my suitcase in the hotel room at the end of a trip. Still, I return home to bulging drawers and closets at home. I’ve unloaded at consignment shops, the “Boutique” at the dump, and Cradles to Crayons. The junk seems to replenish at home like an automatic ice maker. What children’s story had this theme? Maybe I’ thinking of that pot that cotinued to produce porridge even when the streets were flooded with the gruel, or the loaves and fishes. Except the needy and hungry aren’t being helped. Every morning I awaken filled with shame and not even a learning experience to to provide an ever so flimsy silver lining.

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