Thursday, April 28, 2005
i'm glad i'm a nobody. if i were well-known, and people were to pay attention to me, they would analyze my actions and talk about them and judge them like dogs in order to sell an image, attract more consumers in order to put out other enticing images that said consumers will see, thus causing more consumers to purchase good represented by enticing images.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Saturday, October 30, 2004
untitled #1
didn't you know
what were you doing
that's not my responsibility
why did this happen
not yet
you can't do that yet
now's not the time
later at 7 they do that
that's the way it's done
that's not my reponsibility
where was he while all this was going on
you'll have to talk to him for that
how was i supposed to know
i can't do that for you
what's happening to him now
ask someone else
7 o'clock i told you
you needed to be more aware
you need to be structured
you need to say no
i doubt anything
no.
no.
no.
what were you doing
that's not my responsibility
why did this happen
not yet
you can't do that yet
now's not the time
later at 7 they do that
that's the way it's done
that's not my reponsibility
where was he while all this was going on
you'll have to talk to him for that
how was i supposed to know
i can't do that for you
what's happening to him now
ask someone else
7 o'clock i told you
you needed to be more aware
you need to be structured
you need to say no
i doubt anything
no.
no.
no.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Pabst Blue Ribbon
ah, my old favorite. sipping you out of a 16-ounce can, working on a pleasant beer-buzz after work. why blue ribbon? why, it was voted AMERICA'S BEST in 1893! yeah.
an analogy for life: you are in a store in front of millions of different kinds of soap. every soap has the same label and the same ingredients, and next to you is an insane man yelling in your ear, making it impossible to think. you must choose one kind of soap to buy before the store closes and a frog is watching your every move, frightening you with his large tesicles. enough: try to analogize life and you end up wasting your time and sounding like an idiot. fuck analogies.
an analogy for life: you are in a store in front of millions of different kinds of soap. every soap has the same label and the same ingredients, and next to you is an insane man yelling in your ear, making it impossible to think. you must choose one kind of soap to buy before the store closes and a frog is watching your every move, frightening you with his large tesicles. enough: try to analogize life and you end up wasting your time and sounding like an idiot. fuck analogies.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
little fucking platos
i have a passion for good, well-built furniture. my quest to build it will now commence. i don't think i'm up for the carpentry apprenticeship; maybe not enough pay or work, possibly no benefits. i think i'll stick to state jobs until something good comes along. maybe i could work part-time somewhere for the benefits and part-time learning the trade in a shop. my job couldn't be more annoying right now, with its bureaucracy and employees afraid to do anything lest they lose their jobs. furniture isn't bureauctatic, nor is it afraid. furniture is just nice lines, good wood grain, something solid. possibly the apprenticeship might help me go where i want to, but i'll have to postpone it until next spring.
an interesting discussion developed among a very sick patient, some other pateints, and me. he came in during my social group and announced to all of us in the room: "my psychologist just told me that there is no past and the future, only the present. the past and future is just another delusion i have." the room immediately burst out laughing. after about twenty seconds he got his own joke and could laugh at himself, which was good, since he could just as easily have assaulted me. stifling a laugh has always been difficult for me, even at the level of self-preservation. he was laughing as though his mood were lighter, so i snuck in a quip: "tell dr. ----- that, behaviorally speaking, the present is only observable through sense data, which means that from the time your sensing mechanism senses something to the time you observe it, time has elapsed, and what you now see as the "present" is really actually in the past, so to speak. so does the present exist?" another patient chimed in, "but what are you doing when you are sensing? isn't that the present?" another patient answered him, saying, "how can you know since you aren't conscious of sensing?" "So you can't know if the present is really taking place, since you can't sense it, because you don't sense sense?" "but i know that i'm sensing..." suddenly, another patient, all 500 pounds of him, boomed from the corner where he was working on a model: "hey you little fucking platos, i'm sensing my foot up your asses if you don't shut the fuck up!"
an interesting discussion developed among a very sick patient, some other pateints, and me. he came in during my social group and announced to all of us in the room: "my psychologist just told me that there is no past and the future, only the present. the past and future is just another delusion i have." the room immediately burst out laughing. after about twenty seconds he got his own joke and could laugh at himself, which was good, since he could just as easily have assaulted me. stifling a laugh has always been difficult for me, even at the level of self-preservation. he was laughing as though his mood were lighter, so i snuck in a quip: "tell dr. ----- that, behaviorally speaking, the present is only observable through sense data, which means that from the time your sensing mechanism senses something to the time you observe it, time has elapsed, and what you now see as the "present" is really actually in the past, so to speak. so does the present exist?" another patient chimed in, "but what are you doing when you are sensing? isn't that the present?" another patient answered him, saying, "how can you know since you aren't conscious of sensing?" "So you can't know if the present is really taking place, since you can't sense it, because you don't sense sense?" "but i know that i'm sensing..." suddenly, another patient, all 500 pounds of him, boomed from the corner where he was working on a model: "hey you little fucking platos, i'm sensing my foot up your asses if you don't shut the fuck up!"
Thursday, October 07, 2004
fantasy #18: laura bush just can't crush enough balls! - part I
"The most effective tactic for female stalinist interrogators was to unzip a man's trousers slowly with a smile, like fellatio was about to be performed, and then all of the sudden she would throw him on the ground and have two burly chekists hold him down while she donned stilettos and proceeded to crush his testicles until he would tell her anything she wanted to know."
- Alexander Solzhenitzyn, The Gulag Archipelago II
well, just another shitty work week. how 'bout we uplift ourselves with a semi-decent pint of amber and some talk on free will. i mean more free will of the earthly, political sort. i was reading the brothers karamazov and i came upon a passage that gave me a jolt, and then realizing its implications depressed the shit out of me. dostoyevsky's character ivan karamazov rails on about how if mankind ever achieved the humanistic concept of freedom set forth by "godless socialists" the masses would kill and betray each other so much that at last they would run babbling to any despot willing to feed them, subjugate them, save them from themselves. given knowledge of good and evil, man and woman forsake their decisions on those matters to a higher authority, one who claims to know "the spiritual bread" issues of existence - and to mete out punishment for trangressions on their opinions of those issues. humans have free will, and they choose to be obedient to religious and secular authority. even the christian church, god influencing the world through man, doesn't need god anymore. the fact that christ wanted man to accept him freely was a joke, that ultimately man would need a mortal structure to subjugate them in the name of spirituality.... anyway, i didn't say it, ivan did. he did, interestingly enough, predict the advent of stalinist socialism in russia by venturing that socialism would not itself succeed, for the above reasons, but a powerful autocracy under the sweet-smelling guise of social democracy, or communism. props to him for calling most of christianity what it was before it was hip - "the opiate of the masses." of course, for dostoyevsky, the greek orthodoxy was untouchable, of course he belonged to it and of course he thought it should take over the world, literally.
is that true, though? what a bummer. even if i wasn't the lackey of some government (no really, as an american it seems difficult to differentiate between the power structure and any sense of "national identity" - they always seem to be cultivated so closely together) i would still be begging for some old white man to squeeze my testicles between the heel of his jackboot and the ground. anarchy, the "leaderful, not leaderless" society comes along, and all of the sudden we're thrust back into kindergarten, this time with no cute young teacher with no last name to stop you from beating the shit out of someone because he should be done playing with the train and he won't give it to you (okay, maybe it's just me). we're not very good at sharing, and civilization, as ayn rand puts it (and i swear this is the only thing ayn rand ever said that i agree with. i once joked with tamara about how wonderful ayn rand was, and she got this look of disgust because she thought she was going to have to clean her shoe after she shoved it up my ass), is the progression of people learning how to isolate from one another. only she thought that was a good thing, i guess. so we're not good at sharing, in fact we're getting worse at it, and ultimate free will (i'm not even going to discuss philosophical arguments here, what a fucking waste of time that would be) would force us to share, force us to make bread and divide bread together, without anybody doleing it out to us. could we deal with that? where's that jackboot? well, i know laura bush can wear some pretty mean heels. and she's a librarian, right? kinky. well, until i can think of something more interesting to add, "stay tuned for part II of 'laura bush just can't crush enough balls!'"
- Alexander Solzhenitzyn, The Gulag Archipelago II
well, just another shitty work week. how 'bout we uplift ourselves with a semi-decent pint of amber and some talk on free will. i mean more free will of the earthly, political sort. i was reading the brothers karamazov and i came upon a passage that gave me a jolt, and then realizing its implications depressed the shit out of me. dostoyevsky's character ivan karamazov rails on about how if mankind ever achieved the humanistic concept of freedom set forth by "godless socialists" the masses would kill and betray each other so much that at last they would run babbling to any despot willing to feed them, subjugate them, save them from themselves. given knowledge of good and evil, man and woman forsake their decisions on those matters to a higher authority, one who claims to know "the spiritual bread" issues of existence - and to mete out punishment for trangressions on their opinions of those issues. humans have free will, and they choose to be obedient to religious and secular authority. even the christian church, god influencing the world through man, doesn't need god anymore. the fact that christ wanted man to accept him freely was a joke, that ultimately man would need a mortal structure to subjugate them in the name of spirituality.... anyway, i didn't say it, ivan did. he did, interestingly enough, predict the advent of stalinist socialism in russia by venturing that socialism would not itself succeed, for the above reasons, but a powerful autocracy under the sweet-smelling guise of social democracy, or communism. props to him for calling most of christianity what it was before it was hip - "the opiate of the masses." of course, for dostoyevsky, the greek orthodoxy was untouchable, of course he belonged to it and of course he thought it should take over the world, literally.
is that true, though? what a bummer. even if i wasn't the lackey of some government (no really, as an american it seems difficult to differentiate between the power structure and any sense of "national identity" - they always seem to be cultivated so closely together) i would still be begging for some old white man to squeeze my testicles between the heel of his jackboot and the ground. anarchy, the "leaderful, not leaderless" society comes along, and all of the sudden we're thrust back into kindergarten, this time with no cute young teacher with no last name to stop you from beating the shit out of someone because he should be done playing with the train and he won't give it to you (okay, maybe it's just me). we're not very good at sharing, and civilization, as ayn rand puts it (and i swear this is the only thing ayn rand ever said that i agree with. i once joked with tamara about how wonderful ayn rand was, and she got this look of disgust because she thought she was going to have to clean her shoe after she shoved it up my ass), is the progression of people learning how to isolate from one another. only she thought that was a good thing, i guess. so we're not good at sharing, in fact we're getting worse at it, and ultimate free will (i'm not even going to discuss philosophical arguments here, what a fucking waste of time that would be) would force us to share, force us to make bread and divide bread together, without anybody doleing it out to us. could we deal with that? where's that jackboot? well, i know laura bush can wear some pretty mean heels. and she's a librarian, right? kinky. well, until i can think of something more interesting to add, "stay tuned for part II of 'laura bush just can't crush enough balls!'"
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
If i'd a knew that you were comin'...
sorry. no cake. five o'clock in the morning, can't sleep - had something profound to say but it took so long to find a blog address that was available that i had to switch languages and lose all capacity for profundity. a particular passage comes to mind from heidegger... no, not really, never read him, the fucking nazi bastard. nazis. we sure as hell need some nazis to fight right now. god i'd love for there to be some nazis just so i could go and enlist in the army and kill them. "you know what i mean, and you know who you are..." (tangents strike me at intervals and i write them as i can think them into somewhat understandable sentences) well, then, on that note, let me post this and see what happens...




