I've had a really terrible cold for two weeks now, but decided to go upstate and play in the snow anyway. Why? Because I'm a genius. At least I'm getting a lot of writing done. I finished the first act of my new play in a little less than a week and a half.
Has everybody seen the Levi's commercial that uses a recording of Walt Whitman reading his poem Pioneers! O Pioneers! over images of shirtless hipsters running through fields? No? Here it is:
This commercial makes me feel weird.
I love Walt Whitman, and this is one of my favorite poems of his too. A friend remarked to me that there isn't a single emotion man is capable of that Whitman didn't cover, and I think that friend was correct. I mean, Leaves of Grass pretty much covers the gamut of human experience all by itself. I'm pretty grossed out to see such a powerful and meaningful poem used to sell a product.
That said, I buy that product. And lot's of it. In fact, I wear Levi's almost exclusively since I found the 511 line, which fits my body like a glove. I have a pair in every color. Also, my penis likes hipster boys who don't wear shirts, otherwise I might not live in such close proximity to McCarren Park.
Also, it happens to be a beautifully produced commercial, and the recording of Whitman is very stirring. I find myself getting moved by it, only to get angry two seconds later that it's a jeans commercial.
I worry that I'm getting stupider. Or more stupid. Or more stupider?
I'm the worst.