I'm obsessed with Wikipedia and have done a pretty good job of filling my head with useless knowledge. Want to know about the Free State Project? Ask me. Concordianism and it's relation to Emporer Norton I of the United States? I'm your man. On one of my random searches today I found out that Francis Ford Coppola intends to make a movie out of Jack Kerouac's
On the Road. It will star, I shit you not--- Brad Pitt.
Now, there's lots of things I put up with. You have to in our plastic fantasy society nowadays, but I am unwilling to accept this. I don't mind being commercial, in fact, I love my commercial viability the same way a junkie loves his horse, but there's a limit. For the junkie, it may be whoring your mother out for a fix, for the writer it's accepting Brad Pitt as Dean Moriarity. Come on, give me a fucking break. Fuck you Francis Ford Coppola. Sure,
The Godfather was amazing, but what have you done since then?
Jack. In the Age of Lohan, there are precious few pieces of American culture which have not been pasteurized beyond recognition and the work of Jack Kerouac is something of the crown jewels of our national soul. I know nothing is sacred, but c'mon- some things really are,
