It’s getting tired, reaching cliche status, to say “riveting.” I was thinking about it. A rivet is a fastener which cannot be adjusted. It doesn’t make sense to say “fastening” so why does it make sense to say “riveting”? Knock it off, America.
First things first, the process I went through here was, in reality and in the end, quite avoidable. Going through the pain in the ass of all this was mostly a choice having to do with my urgent need to get this computer running. But it all could have been done two other ways: I could have got my…
Listening to Mark Knopfler on a Friday Morning Before Work
I think humanity has more technology than it knows what to do with, on the consumer level, and far less than it needs on a management and production level. It seems that the next generation of people has even less knowledge, somehow, and I would say social media contributes greatly to this. It’s a huge distraction machine, and it’s that focus and concentration provided by sometimes intentional isolation which leads to highly developed skills and realms of knowledge. There are those, I suppose, who are not fortunate enough to have the internet, but in an even worse time these people did not prove to be the truth-bringing smarty pantses.
I delivered beds yesterday. I will deliver beds today and tomorrow. Monday I’ll get in touch with this guy I worked for not long ago who pays me $12 an hour. It’s never too stressful working for him, either, but for $12 it doesn’t even bother me. I usually get around 35 hours in a week from him, plus he’ll buy my lunch most days, which can add up to around like $100.
I’m hoping that my tablet gets enough of a charge that it will make sense to take it with me today, because I have my textbook on it, and I need to read several chapters on it. We’re travelling all the way to Durango today, I believe, unless that’s Saturday, so I should have time to read all the chapters I’ve been behind — we’ll clock in about 13 hours, which doesn’t come to much, and since this guy likes to rip my tips off, I’m never excited to work with him. Because the way I look at it, if I was still in the room it would be expected for him to split the tip. And if there was only him, the tip would be less, just like a bus boy increases the tip that the waiter gets, which is why the waiter slices off some of his tip for the bus boy, and often, on a busy enough night, the waiter will also tip the kitchen. There were nights at my first restaurant where the waitstaff would pull in something like $2500 each in tips. Some of that was because larger parties had mandatory 18% gratuities and suchlike. The point is, with tips, you have to share, no matter what, if you are not alone in the chore which brings them about.
It’s amazing that my disproductions publication dump has over 80,000 views, but there’s no way I can imagine being a publisher and making a living at it, not without a substantial amount of money to start with. I think it’s something you have to be a little older than I am to be truly to be successful in.
So I’m getting into programming. I’ve got some good ideas, for games and for improvements on open source applications and for new applications as well. But I’m also focusing on my automotive schooling. Both of these will do me very well, especially if I can force myself to be good enough to get the ASE certification. My aim is to develop a toolkit built on Ubuntu Mobile, and put it all on a cheap tablet, and sell the tablet to mechanics for $225. Apparently, it’s easy to develop on that platform.
Between now and graduation though, I need to come up with a large sum of money so that I can be comfortable enough to do so. So my aim is to import something of true value from China in bulk and sell the lot on eBay for a profit. If I can double or better my money in less than a month, I turn around and do this several dozen times until I’ve got a big egg to sit on which I can take to Arkansas and then develop the product I just mentioned. With enough money we could buy a house down there, too.
So things are looking good, all around.
Well, that didn’t go well. Stoned as fuck.
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The 42nd page of “Freedom,”by Jonathan Franzen is about the time Jonathan Franzen went jogging and he got a bad leg cramp. He wasn’t sure what to do so he went to the doctor. The doctor said a lot of people recently had been complaining of leg cramps because the world is going to end in less than two decades. Jonathan Franzen nodded and said, “What should I do about my cramp.” The doctor became very sad and said, “I just told you that the world is going to end in less than two decades and you’re worried about your cramp.” Jonathan Franzen shrugged. The doctor said, “Maybe you should go home and write a novel about your cramp.” Jonathan Franzen went home and began writing. This is what he wrote: “One day I went for a jog and I got a cramp. It hurt very badly and I almost died, but I didn’t die because cramps can’t kill you unless there’s a tumor inside the cramp and it poops on your brain.” Jonathan Franzen got scared and stopped writing. He went in the bathroom and looked at his brain to make sure no tumors inside his cramp had pooped. When he went back to his desk and sat down he noticed the cramp was gone. Franzen got so excited he went next door and ate a shit bunch of his neighbor’s ice cream in celebration. When all the ice cream was gone he climbed on the roof and yelled “FRANZEN!!!!!!!!!”
Sobriety Day 1
Hungry. At the labor pool. Time to get things right.
I think I tend to argue with the source story as I write my way into and out of its tropes… and I’d show up in front of my laptop every writing day, cheerfully ready to pit myself against that story’s rules.
No One Wants to Pay to See Your Happiness
Instead, I stay up here, cowering without hiding, collecting without pooling. I dream that she yells at me, but when I wake up there’s only her stillness there. She’s tired, too tired for yelling or anything. New life we’ve brought into the world has us on the fritz in ways we’d not thought of — when the washing machine died on us yesterday, we thought the world might end, briefly, and soon recovered.