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I knew a guy who was a huge absurdist -- in every aspect of his life.
Anyway, this guy, a long-time but somewhat down-at-the-heels bookseller, ran for city council in this very uptight, senior-heavy community he lived in. Filed the papers and all; he was linguist in a former life, and -- I'm not kidding -- had signs made up and posters made that read, "Vote for Everett Cunningham, the Cunning Linguist." I don't remember his full platform, but among other things he proposed a youth center for low-riders in the middle of a gated, exclusive senior citizens community so that seniors and low-riders could "get to know each other better." There were some shrieks of outrage, but the local politicos were rolling on the floor laughing (in private, anyway), and the papers had a great time with it. He was a hell of a character, dead now 10 years or so. Kind of peculiar to do business with -- but then, he _was_ an absurdist in every way. I miss Everett. And if you want to live absurdist, you've gotta go a long way to measure up to him.
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