post-number: one
Ok. today is the day. Its 21:21 PST, and I wanna stop messing around.
i am hopping on this little medium for blogging or whatever to give myself some sort of out-put-landing-spot, for my thoughts and words.Â
1. At first I wanted to write about politics. Actually more like economics. I have no qualifications, except to say that I have worked the past 3-4 years straddling the lines between capitalism and not-capitalism (was it mercantilism before? Well, where ever we had masters and apprentices). before that I was a teacher. before that I thought I wanted to be an architect (I was in school). Then I wanted to be a railroad bum, squatter, revolutionary, emigrant. ETCÂ
I want a spot to put down the one-sided, in-head, conversations I have with myself (redundant?) at work, while the dust collector is blaring and blowing, and the router and table saw and planer, and joiner is screeching, and the sanding machines are humming. I am arguing with my boss. I am arguing with myself, with imagines political opponents. I am getting slapped on the back by comrades. So I thought I would test it out.
2. Next I want to write about basketball. I am short. I am remarkably un-athletic. And I love basketball - i think it can save the world. That is a profound pronouncement to make for someone who hasnât played organized basketball in nearly 30 years! But its a remarkable sport. The best athletes in the world are attracted to it. its a team sport that no one person can dominate, but certainly can have a profound effect. The NBA is an open minded organization that offers its members a platform, mouthpiece, and a growing stage. It transcends global strife, and mirrors modern life, but it pushes us forward, inspires and... you get the picture.
2b. I wanted to talk about country music. Music in general - not art music though. not pop. folk music. music without emotion, music for a purpose. Music to dance to, music to form community behind. I guess that can be pop music. but its certainly not pop-country... letâs make that one short.
2c. Skateboarding. this was community for me when I was 15. This later became punk, then vegan/vegetarianism, then more punk, then freight trains, squatting, old time (country) music. and hopefully now, back to skateboarding. I am 25 years older than when I landed my first kickflip. But the boards look the same, and so do the red curbs, fresh-black parking lots, street lamps, manual boxes, sidewalk gaps, ledges, four-stairs, you get the idea... This was the first everything for me. I have other everythings. but here I am again. and here we go.Â
3. Twitter: god I hate this place. donât get me wrong: a great place for a global discussion and instant journalism. But swamped with pile-on bullies and extreme rhetoric. its the text version of flashing neon signs, meant to get my attention, and draw me in- no matter how unappealing it may be. (I actually think neon signs are pretty aesthetically pleasing - see: Architecture). But I feel the need to call people out with my own platform. so If i get the notion, I will screen shot and criticize here.
4. Architecture (actually just work). I work on houses - and interact with architects... or people called architects who drew a house, at least once. join me as I bitch about them here.Â
This may or may not be the scope to which i operate within. there will certainly be awkward clauses, experimental punctuation, and lack of capitalized letters. there will also be rants... Next I will explain Misanthrapology.Â
