This blog might turn into an essay and opinion paper about Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. After paying just a little bit more attention to the audiobook I noticed that there are chapter breaks.
Well somewhere in Chapter 4, the narrator recalls a story about repairing his friends loose handlebars. Long story short, he suggested using some aluminum from a beer can as shim material, where as his friend was appalled because he didn't want a cheap beer can to be the "fix" for his expensive BMW bike. He then goes on about the difference of perspective between the substance of the aluminum metal quality and the appearance of a cheap beer can.
Anyways, I had a friend Alex in elementary school. His mom remarried when we were in 4th grade, and then he moved out of our school area. I ended up getting in contact with him again, and hung out with him one last time. We did stupid kid things all day, then someone I can't remember gave him a video. I'm not sure of the title, but it was about points of view. The movie was animated in the kind of "phantom tollbooth" 70's era cartoon. From what I remember of the plot, the main character was from one place where their heads were pointed, and he had to travel somewhere where the people didn't have points on their heads, like rounded heads, and shit. It was a lesson on point of view where everyone is the same, except their perspecive. Good movie. Especially when I still think about it 15 years later.
That's about it. This post didn't have much of a point... no pun intended. srsly.
EDIT: Oh fuck. check this out from Wikipedia. The Point! is a fable by American songwriter and musician Harry Nilsson about a boy named Oblio, the only round-headed person in The Pointed Village, where by law everyone and everything had to have a point.
"I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, 'Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn't, then there's a point to it.'" -- Harry Nilsson
... fuck man. Everything ends up revolving around acid. Maybe thats why the movie stuck with me for so long.