Monday, May 19, 2008

The Truth

Good morning. Actually, that's not true. I've just looked at my watch and realized that it's a few minutes after noon. That's a lie. It's early evening. I apologize.

So. Good evening. This isn't easy for me. Wait. That's also a lie. Oddly, this is easy for me. I don't know why, but it is. I very rarely mean it when I apologize to someone. Maybe that's why it's so easy.

Recently, questions have come to light regarding one . . . a few . . . every blog post I've written over a brief period . . . two months . . . four months . . . for a certain popular . . . actually not so popular . . . in truth, rarely read . . . blog called My Daily Struggles.

I'd like to take this opportunity to set the record straight. Perhaps I should start with my name. Which isn't Gary Freedman. It's Jim Halpert. Actually, that's not true, either. Jim Halpert is a name I heard on the TV show, The Office. My real name is J. Robert Oppenheimer. No, it's not. It's William Faulkner. I'm sorry, that's not wholly true. My birth name is Pierre Dupont Circle. Was. Before I changed it. I'm so sorry. My name, my given name, is Count Almasy. My father was a Hungarian nobleman. Honest. This feels good.

I was wrong to write a blog post titled "How I Burned My Foot." Wrong, too, to make up people's names and quotes. Especially wrong to plagiarize the story about how I burned my foot on a Foreman Grill. I don't even own a Foreman Grill. And I don't eat bacon. I'm kosher. Actually, that's a fabrication. I'm not kosher. But, in fact, I don't eat bacon.

Not a day . . . week . . . season . . . planting cycle passes when I don't think about a travel post I wrote about a trip to Rome I made in 1978. I failed to actually go to Rome, owing to prior commitments as well as to my general lack of interest in Latin countries. It is difficult to express the depth of my sympathy to President Berlusconi of Italy, who is a close friend of mine.

I stand by my blog post about an incident that happened to me while in summer camp in which I wrote that fellow campers doused my buttocks and genitals with green paint. Despite the fact that that was a lie. I stand by both my post and the lie. And I apologize for both.

The post that perhaps did go too far was "My Interview with Jesus Christ." Parts of that story were untrue, though I did strike up a friendly correspondence with Mr. Christ, whom I now claim as a dear friend. Stop it. That's a lie. And a lie is a sin. Mr. Christ told me that.

It is difficult to say why I lied so often, though perhaps it has something to do with having seen my parents brutally murdered when I was nine years old by a deranged cleaning woman while my grandparents, brothers, sisters, and friends languished in a hospital, dying of cancer, leukemia, typhus, and mumps. Which is not what happened, and I am sorry for even typing those words, though I did like, just for a moment the way they looked on the page and the effect they had on you. And on the Pulitzer committee. Sorry.

When the wall of lies finally did come crashing down around me, I remember thinking, Can I lie my way out? I know now that my reaction was a cry for help. And in its own way, for a book contract. I have spent much time in the past few years in the care of a fine Viennese psychoanalyst and believe that I have got to the bottom of my mendacity, a word that the character Big Daddy uses in the play "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," by Tennessee Williams. Who was my uncle.

Know this, my fellow bloggers: without honesty, there can be no trust. Even if the blog posts you fabricated were very, very convincing.

5 comments:

shikha said...

so true gary!
I particularly liked the way you brought across the point :-)

Anonymous said...

Oh man Gary, what are you like. I have left you a few messages and now i feel like its been a complete waste of time. Is your life really that empty or are you just drunk and having a laugh? Im confused.

Karen Mojo said...

Hello Gary
The Truth will set you free
I like the above person has read and believed a lot of what was wrote.
I am waiting for another Item to say " Ha Ha Only joking I am really Gary".
But are you happier with this un real made up stories????

Shiv said...

crap! i believe every word freedman a.k.a. halpert a.k.a. oppenheimer a.k.a. faulkner a.k.a. circile a.k.a. almasy says.

people, don't you read? i bet you don't. you're too busy with your own caffeine addiction, insecurities and yearning for emotional release from personal worries to tax those cognitive cells. someone called s. hawking wrote a book called 'a brief history of time', that i went out and got an illustrated copy of. the illustration on pg 196 about parallel histories sums it all. obviously mere ownership of the book and even a claim to have read it would be pointless for the many-world interpretation of quantum mechanics as all possible quantum events occuring in mutually exclusive histories would invariably escape comprehension. it's hard stuff.

see, freedman could be oppenheimer. i respect the man too much; and by some bizzare twist of the byzantine space-time warp, gary could be robert inhabiting the same spacial position-- earth, here with us. however, just so not to violate a form of heisenberg's uncertainity principle, he lives in different times. in the world according to gary, you don't think this, you knowthis to be the truth. while gary's phenomenal powers allow him to inhabit all alternate universes at one time and affect events, we, mankind, are benefited by the existence of all his personalities in chronological time. That way the impact is distributed and less scathing so mankind can imbibe and masticate at it's own pace. we were first introduced to dupont [1870] and then faulkner[1897-1962], while almasy abounded in the pages of literature as a so-called literary character, no doubt affecting the course of events significantly. he is halpert when he wants TV time, so he is beamed into the homes of millions of americans, surveyed for his inter-galactic travel journal. and in the evenings of our time when he is done keying in the day's entry as freedman it's time to negotiate with his government and read the bhagwad gita as oppenheimer. i remember reading about him softly whisper the hindu god, Shiv's words after a successful testing of his pet atomic bomb project, "i am become death, destroyer of worlds"

it's complicated, but i hope you understand.

Anonymous said...

Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Shiv said...
crap! i believe every word freedman a.k.a. halpert a.k.a. oppenheimer a.k.a. faulkner a.k.a. circile a.k.a. almasy says.

people, don't you read? i bet you don't. you're too busy with your own caffeine addiction, insecurities and yearning for emotional release from personal worries to tax those cognitive cells. someone called s. hawking wrote a book called 'a brief history of time', that i went out and got an illustrated copy of. the illustration on pg 196 about parallel histories sums it all. obviously mere ownership of the book and even a claim to have read it would be pointless for the many-world interpretation of quantum mechanics as all possible quantum events occuring in mutually exclusive histories would invariably escape comprehension. it's hard stuff.

see, freedman could be oppenheimer. i respect the man too much; and by some bizzare twist of the byzantine space-time warp, gary could be robert inhabiting the same spacial position-- earth, here with us. however, just so not to violate a form of heisenberg's uncertainity principle, he lives in different times. in the world according to gary, you don't think this, you knowthis to be the truth. while gary's phenomenal powers allow him to inhabit all alternate universes at one time and affect events, we, mankind, are benefited by the existence of all his personalities in chronological time. That way the impact is distributed and less scathing so mankind can imbibe and masticate at it's own pace. we were first introduced to dupont [1870] and then faulkner[1897-1962], while almasy abounded in the pages of literature as a so-called literary character, no doubt affecting the course of events significantly. he is halpert when he wants TV time, so he is beamed into the homes of millions of americans, surveyed for his inter-galactic travel journal. and in the evenings of our time when he is done keying in the day's entry as freedman it's time to negotiate with his government and read the bhagwad gita as oppenheimer. i remember reading about him softly whisper the hindu god, Shiv's words after a successful testing of his pet atomic bomb project, "i am become death, destroyer of worlds"

it's complicated, but i hope you understand.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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