the smell of one hand clapping

scott and i went to see henry rollins last night. it was hysterical, yet thought-provoking. the funniest bit was when he was talking about shooting this film with my all-time most hated actress, selma blair. maybe i'll post something about that later. anyway, he was shooting this scene in a porn shop. and he was questioning the pupose of such instuments, saying, "i'm going to go home and stick things up my butt!" i couldn't breathe i was laughing so hard.

another funny anecdote was about him wandering around a Bass Pro shop in Oklahoma City. the topic was the scents one can wear when hunting to make you smell like a doe or... to smell like nothing. this existential deer, wandering around the forest, smelling the bark and the leaves and ... nothing. the deer postulates how zen it is to smell nothing, "what is the smell of one hand clapping... then the hunter caps him, as he had been standing there the whole time.

but he also spoke about how much bush sucks (and he does), his USO tours and katrina and all that. he talked about the ramones anniversary gig he played in last year. it was a pretty good show, despite the fact that he talked for 3 hours. but it was unlike any show i've ever been to. and we had really good seats, too. thanks to scott!