“Dogs look up to you. Cats look down on you. Give me a pig. He just looks you in the eye and treats you as an equal.” -Winston Churchill

Since both kids are home this week and Luke Skywalker is having surgery near the end of this week, I may not get to post anything of substance. But I really wanted to share this since it was just too good to be ignored. (Note: This is not my letter, a gentleman wrote and submitted it to McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.)

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McSweeney’s is a terrific literary magazine which has expanded to include on-line articles and, what I am about to share, open letters. Check them out…

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W H O   A R E   U N L I K E L Y
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stoner dudes


May 21, 2010

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Dear Two Dudes,

I know you’re only asking because you’ve got that box of beers there, on the next self-checkout carousel over, and you’re not sure if it’s legal to buy alcohol today. Can’t buy it on Sundays down here. Let’s ignore for a second that the beer aisle is darkened and uninviting on Sundays, so you would’ve had some warning if it were Sunday. Maybe you just don’t trust your environment to warn you that way. That’s probably some kind of wise.

No, what I want to say is this: Cheers, dudes. Cheers to your freedom. Cheers to your unfettered existence, not tethered to earthly constraints and mundane strictures like days of the week. Seriously. You’re out here trying to abide by our alien rules, when really you’re so unencumbered and relaxed, so fucking free, that you can lose track of whole days. They slide by as nameless bundles of hours. The sun comes up and the sun goes down, and the world spins, but you don’t divide that experience up into anything so cutting and severe and categorical as a day.

Who’s to say what Wednesday or Saturday even means? Who’s to say that those names have power over you? Who you are doesn’t change based on the day. What you do doesn’t depend on the day. You’re just living—floating, maybe, or gliding. Something airy and serene.

Truth be told, I’m sort of flattered that you asked us. Something about your shamanic detachment, your floating ethereality, suggests that you can spot an asshole. You know better than to ask someone judgmental, someone too tightly wound to tolerate your insouciance. That you asked us what day it is suggests that we’re cool enough to understand that sometimes you just don’t know. Sometimes, these things, they get away from us. We’re all just organisms trying to get by, right? Little ships on choppy seas.

It is Friday.

Warm regards,


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One Response to “Dogs look up to you. Cats look down on you. Give me a pig. He just looks you in the eye and treats you as an equal.” -Winston Churchill

  1. John Phillips says:

    There is some disagreement as to the actual statement made by Churchill. Especailly the second sentence. Google reveals all!

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