“If you’re not enjoying reading, you’re reading the wrong things,” I recently said to a student in one of the high school classes I was sub teaching for. Then I reached into my tote bag and pulled out the copy of The Tao of Bill Murray I had checked out of the library. I handed it to him so he could take a look; he turned it over in his hands and asked me what it was about.
I asked him if he knew who Bill Murray was – “kinda” was the reply.
I’ll forgive him; he was a high school student. He wasn’t even born yet when Ghostbusters was in theaters.
(The original Ghostbusters, people. The only one that matters.)
I went on to describe how Bill Murray has a reputation for just popping up in random places and doing funny things… Like he’s been known to go up behind a total stranger in the park and put his hands over their eyes. When they turn around and see it’s Bill Murray, he says “No one will ever believe you,” and disappears.
The Tao of Bill Murray was so great – chock full of the stories that I love about him. Stories about showing up at a party and helping the guests do their dishes.
A story about taking a ride in a cab, finding out the driver was a frustrated sax player, and offering to drive the rest of the night so he could practice his instrument.
I needed to read The Tao of Bill Murray.
Sometimes, sometimes, being a work at home muhmuh takes a toll. And one stops being quite so much fun.
This book was a great reminder to me that it’s okay to relax a little (and ad lib a lot). Having read it, I’ve been finding myself joking around way more than I have in quite a while.
It’s been nice.
I’m gonna work on keeping that going.
The point where I almost rampaged.
Along with the ways we can all loosen up a little and enjoy life a lot, the author included synopses and his personal thoughts on all of the most iconic Bill Murray movies in his career.
I love his take on Lost in Translation.
But then the record scratching sound happened and the party stopped cold when he blasted The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou.
You know how I feel about The Life Aquatic, guys.
Apparently not only did the author not love Life Aquatic… But Bill Murray didn’t, either.
That kind of seriously punches me in the gut.
Just ignore his review of Life Aquatic.