GET RICH QUICK

“Sometimes, I look at those salary slaves… imagining I could have easily ended up that way, living such a  life.”

A minor line in “Ichi the Killer”, spoken by a minor yakuza character, I pondered it over on my bike ride home tonight. Salary slave…

Are you a salary slave? Are you bound to your wages, dependent on your next paycheck? Have you ended up this way, living such a life? Even if I’ve freed myself from the fear of social stigmatization, the symbols, the signals, the boundaries, the desire to scale the pyramid…

Am I still a slave to my own MONETARY NEEDS?! Food?! and shelter?!

No, but… I am still a slave to money-earning method, that is, hours-and-wages, or, money as value. To be traded for labor or else.

What if I said, “FUCK THAT?!” What if I said, “I WILL JUST HAVE MONEY.” As in, I will just have it, I am not trading you anything, you, give me your money, and the money, now, appropriated, hahah ha ha ha!

The variable= the will

The equation ???? = the way

The answer= end result! $$$$ profit $$$

me+ ???= $PROFIT$$

Also:

-I am telling Sinnae about how I will start a website in which we document our artistic explorations of internet memes.

-Pop Art: Instead of what it is, what it will be.. that is, tacky.

I am very serious about this.

DEADLOCK

You respond curtly, as if to mean, “How dull,” “How unamusing,” but I wonder if it takes a dull and unamusing person to interpret such simple and open statements as dull and unamusing.

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I ordered the Hunan chicken.

They served it to me on the same “ming”-style plates that I recognize from home. Except this time, what lay on the plate failed to titillate. Every dish they make involve the same defrosted vegetables, same rubbery meats, same sauce-from-the-cans. The only thing that makes it Hunan, Szechaun, or Sukiyaki, are the various ingredient sequences, and permutations of arrangement- that is, on the “ming” plate.

The fuschia bits in the egg rolls bother me the most. It contradicts my biological instincts, to ingest things that glow fluorescent under UV lights. Though I usually eat everything clean off my plate, I leave the fuschia behind

Sergei breathes loud and awful

I hear him wheezing and I know how it feels. How can I help? I’d put him out of his misery, if I could come up with a solution.. the least miserable.

God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

What else can I say to my pets? I’m sorry!

some new things to me

1. Cool in the Pool- Holger Czukay

2. Chico Hamilton Quartet

3. The Republican National Convention riots

4. how Blair snapped under pressure and killed two chickens with a hammer

5. old maps and their funny symbols and placements

6. “Cartography” as a field

7. $2000 bibles with gold edges, hinges, and historical-like illustrations

8. The oldest map, the T & O, had three parts: Asia, Europe, and Africa

9. “Phares Dans La Tempte- La Jumet”, Guichard lighthouse photo

10. Adam ate a chicken sandwich today and they paid him $100

Freewrite

Something to say, something to say…

I’m going to write a book, and I had a few stories ready. There was this woman… there was this man… and what was unusual about them was… well I can’t remember now what great ideas I had then, while I was riding my bicycle, but I vaguely remember the color green. I have many good ideas and moments spent on my bicycle. It might be rewarding to start carrying a voice recorder, like Hunter S. Thompson did, except I’m not a copycat, I’m an improver.

Haha, I’m not a copycat, fuck that, I’m so “avant-garde”

And I say “avant-garde,” with quotes, because what’s so special about it anyway? Ah, it’s french. It’s french and that makes it incomparably different to any term in English.

I wish more of my friends would get along. Or perhaps I don’t wish it, like I’d like to will it to happen- I think it would be nice though, wouldn’t it? If everyone I liked, liked each other. Though i don’t know better than God would. It’s probably best this way, for reasons unknown to me. If all the people I ever liked, liked each other, I’m sure other complexes would arise; For example, I’d probably wish all the people I ever liked didn’t like each other so much, because I want the be the person they prefer in the situation we’re all in, or you know, some relationships, I might like to retain as “intimate,” or whatever.

I love to scream, primal scream, at the top of my lungs, and/or vocalizing how I want, what I want, however I want it. Just vocalizing, not verbalizing. I don’t do it often, but when I can, when my possible range of sound is unlimited, with no direct consequences attached, I feel free.

Sergei’s dying. I’m waiting for it.

THE GREAT PUZZLES SO FAR

WHO? WHAT? WHERE? WHEN? WHY? HOW?

A. God

B. Love

C. Truth

D. Evil

Things I am Learning/Trying

1. BIKE MAINTENANCE: So far I have learned about tires and flats, brakes and cables, gears and derailleurs, and overhauling bearings. We have class at night, so it gets really very cold, 30 degrees Fahrenheit, more or less. We all layer our coats and scarves, but my teacher is a well-built, stout fellow- he just wears a t-shirt, while we shiver and shake.

2. SLIPCASTING: I’ve finished a practice mold of a soap bottle, an official mold of a honey-bear, and I’ve started a new one of Alice’s ceramic palms. I’m in the process of drying my first slips (ever!) and thinking of my next few molds. When will we get to glaze? because I’m so excited!

3. WELH PROVIDENCE RADIO: Finally, I can check off “orientation meeting”- I’ve completed two reviews, one of a music show, and one of a features show. Today was the Features Training Meeting. We were introduced to the BSR Library, and Studio B, and I checked out some CDs to review. Their library is huge! There is an infinite (ok more like finite, but pretty great) amount of music for me to play with and listen to, this fall of 2008. I want to have a features show in the Spring, and it’ll definitely include Chinese Dad and whales.

4. WCC WRITERS WORKSHOP: After three months of doing this Writer’s Workshop thing, it feels like the next step should be NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, November). I’ll probably do that. Why not.

5. CABLE CAR CINEMA: New owners, new Cable Car. It looks like the Cable Car I used to know, but so, so empty now, and so, so dark. They stashed the fun house mirror in the back of the theatre. You look at yourself all warped now, alone in stark darkness, it’s just like a bad dream. The only update of the moment is that I’m training Jillian to be the new projectionist. Me, no longer the new girl! Me, in a position to nitpick on others! I can’t believe it’s been a whole year.