Hunter S. Thompson, We Hardly Knew Ye.
Sorry it's been so long since I've last posted. I've been busy.
In the meantime, Hunter S. Thompson shot himself. I first read his work in college, and it floored me. Like so many other college students trying to figure out how to be good at what you do and still enjoy life, "Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas" provided an example worth considering. I guess the only variable there would be what you consider enjoyable. For Hunter S. Thompson, it was drugs, and lots of them. While drugs may not be your bag, the lesson is that you need not be consumed with your job 24/7 to be effective at it. Take time out, live life, drop some acid or do whatever else it is you like to do. Work will take care of itself, and if it doesn't, you must not be meant to do it anyways.
Hunter S. Thompson turned the phrase "When the going gets tough, the weird turn pro." I think back to when I was barely passing my social studies education classes, and decided that I knew better than the professors who were telling me that I wouldn't be an effective teacher. I decided after a few self-induced vision quests to go the distance and become a college professor myself. How did I know better? Because I was living life in addition to reading about other peoples' versions of it, and it was painfully obvious to me that they were not. Two more degrees and a few university teaching awards later, it turns out I was right. As Hunter S. Thompson might have said, "Hey Rubes," thanks for the incentive.
I'll miss reading Hunter's incoherent ramblings on ESPN's "page three." Despite his dramatic exit, I'd say he went out with more of a whimper than a bang though. He's been intellectually limping along for a while now, and I don't necessarily think it a good idea to romanticize his addictions. Like the Doobie Brothers once sang, "What once were vices now are habits." Hunter's drug habit obviously got the best of him. It's fine to go out there every now and again, but you've got to make it back. That's half the fun. When the escape becomes the reality, as it did for Hunter, the die is cast. You can never really come home again.
So Hunter S. Thompson's work will endure as testament to excess, to both balance and imbalance depending on your perspective regarding such matters, and serve as a watershed read for young up and comers for generations to come. Some will handle it, others won't. Turns out Hunter ultimately didn't, but damned if he didn't hang on longer than most.
In the meantime, Hunter S. Thompson shot himself. I first read his work in college, and it floored me. Like so many other college students trying to figure out how to be good at what you do and still enjoy life, "Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas" provided an example worth considering. I guess the only variable there would be what you consider enjoyable. For Hunter S. Thompson, it was drugs, and lots of them. While drugs may not be your bag, the lesson is that you need not be consumed with your job 24/7 to be effective at it. Take time out, live life, drop some acid or do whatever else it is you like to do. Work will take care of itself, and if it doesn't, you must not be meant to do it anyways.
Hunter S. Thompson turned the phrase "When the going gets tough, the weird turn pro." I think back to when I was barely passing my social studies education classes, and decided that I knew better than the professors who were telling me that I wouldn't be an effective teacher. I decided after a few self-induced vision quests to go the distance and become a college professor myself. How did I know better? Because I was living life in addition to reading about other peoples' versions of it, and it was painfully obvious to me that they were not. Two more degrees and a few university teaching awards later, it turns out I was right. As Hunter S. Thompson might have said, "Hey Rubes," thanks for the incentive.
I'll miss reading Hunter's incoherent ramblings on ESPN's "page three." Despite his dramatic exit, I'd say he went out with more of a whimper than a bang though. He's been intellectually limping along for a while now, and I don't necessarily think it a good idea to romanticize his addictions. Like the Doobie Brothers once sang, "What once were vices now are habits." Hunter's drug habit obviously got the best of him. It's fine to go out there every now and again, but you've got to make it back. That's half the fun. When the escape becomes the reality, as it did for Hunter, the die is cast. You can never really come home again.
So Hunter S. Thompson's work will endure as testament to excess, to both balance and imbalance depending on your perspective regarding such matters, and serve as a watershed read for young up and comers for generations to come. Some will handle it, others won't. Turns out Hunter ultimately didn't, but damned if he didn't hang on longer than most.
