servitude?
AT WORK, I'VE GOTTEN TO know some peoples on the team, and I have to acknowledge that our group- maybe some 50 strong- who, as we travel 'round, dissend like locusts on a different store in the area every day, is a very fun and diverse group. We all seem to understand that we're in a very fun, loose boat sailing in the corporate seas of cheese, and jive well with eachother.
A few examples of relations:
Electrical James. James is a cat that has his hair more disheveled than I do; this isn't hard to do, but his is short, which lends a certain sort of curiousity to what he has had going on. We took a liking to eachother, because he is pugnacious in the same way my olde friend Culley was/is: "I hate you" was a retort he had for me fairly early on. But, given my prior experience, I decided to be completely, entirely irreverant to him.
A day or two ago, I came up to him, and comped my Groucho Marx* attitude, which I can gleefully do with panache (If I may say so)
I seds
"Whatever you're doing, good job.
In fact, it's such a good job, I'm giving you a raise..
No, scratch that:
I'm giving myself a raise,
because I have the ability to recognize good talent."
Another vendor beside us laughed, but James just looked at me quiz-kly and said "Where do you come from?"
Outstanding.
Another is a lass who has been, to quote the most fabulous Majic Mona of renound QC fame, "all up in my eye." Last Friday, I was leaving for the day and wished her a bueno noche. She gave me a smile and said in a voice that is only one degree shy of seductive, "You have a good night, too."
..And I thought, O.
She's cool as Yukon in Jan'ry, but is she a cat-about-town? She has a confidence and looks and free-wheeling single-ness that suggest maybe she just likes to play. That's not what I'm into, but she is a fine looking lass. As in mightee fine. She got smarts, too; this is certain.
Hrmm. Any opines out there? The Ryan-Line is open. On one hand I'm shy with gals, on one hand- not so much any more. I'd love some feedback.
Meanwhile, my fabu but remarkably indecisive roomate Aimee is waffling about wether we move out in January, or stretch the lease out for another half year. A gal who she's befriended may move in to our pad in December for a month- I've met the gal (very young) who seems cool, and Aimee is hip with the notion (she has a severe shortage of femmes in her life) and I'm hip, too, as our apartment is larger than the average beast. I'm just worried that there will be some drama between them, and I'm gonna somehow be in the midst of it. One of the things I hate the most in life is interpersonal drama. YUCK. Fucking waste of time, talent, emotion. But that's just me.
That all is to be seen. Overall, life is interesting, as different venues for meeting people has opened up with remarkable suddeness. Last Sunday, me and Aimee went to an extremely cool pub, where we heard the Poet Laureate of Denver read. I chatted with him for a minute- neat, tuned-in guy with good, humorous, well-timed, thotful lines. Very, very chill. I axed about where to read/share/blab about my collection of writs here in town (Denver, sadly isn't that literary.. music and crafts = hell, yes, but literature.. not so much. BUMMER. This ain't no Iowa City, or San Fran..) I only got a few tips.
I need to equal the time that I write on my computer (when it functions) and in my curious bedroom with time spent among like-mided souls. Aimee, as usual, gave me a good wake-up call to do this. I get very insular, very quickly, as writing is a solo afair.
Anyway. Life is kinda chunky soup. Fairly tasty, and I've re-positioned my thoughts about winter these two seasons. Why proclaim it your enemy when maybe you can talk to it as a curious friend? But it's a friend you don't want around too much. Not for me, anyway. But Denver is bitchin for that, as the 20 inches of snow we got two weeks ago was GONE in 6 days time, with 70-degree temperatures blasting it away the last two days it was sticking 'round.
I do dig my job in a curious way, as I work with stone and ceramic tile. I dig the slate slabs the best- all rich and unique and purely from madre Earth. Sometimes I just go thru a stack of them and stare at them kinda stony-like; the multi-colored slate resembles patterns of earth I've seen on the desert, and in pictures taken from the Space Shuttle. I remark on how the "micro", as it were, within a square foot of Indian slate in patterns resembles images I've seen on the Sonoran Desert and from the badlands of Asia.
Job description:
I work with manipulated earth in boxes.
Tonight: more snow. Maybe a good meal.
*Entertainment-wise, an idol of mine, because he combined impeccable ingredients of the sharpist sardonic wit, flawless timing, and just enough pandering to the camera. In fact, he invented the split of talking to the cast in the film and then breaking away and talking directly to the audience as a witty aside. Any more, the Marx Brothers movies are dated, of course, but a review of their classics ('Duck Soup' 'A Day at the Races' &cet) is a primer that comedians and entertainers have studied to this day..
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A few examples of relations:
Electrical James. James is a cat that has his hair more disheveled than I do; this isn't hard to do, but his is short, which lends a certain sort of curiousity to what he has had going on. We took a liking to eachother, because he is pugnacious in the same way my olde friend Culley was/is: "I hate you" was a retort he had for me fairly early on. But, given my prior experience, I decided to be completely, entirely irreverant to him.
A day or two ago, I came up to him, and comped my Groucho Marx* attitude, which I can gleefully do with panache (If I may say so)
I seds
"Whatever you're doing, good job.
In fact, it's such a good job, I'm giving you a raise..
No, scratch that:
I'm giving myself a raise,
because I have the ability to recognize good talent."
Another vendor beside us laughed, but James just looked at me quiz-kly and said "Where do you come from?"
Outstanding.
Another is a lass who has been, to quote the most fabulous Majic Mona of renound QC fame, "all up in my eye." Last Friday, I was leaving for the day and wished her a bueno noche. She gave me a smile and said in a voice that is only one degree shy of seductive, "You have a good night, too."
..And I thought, O.
She's cool as Yukon in Jan'ry, but is she a cat-about-town? She has a confidence and looks and free-wheeling single-ness that suggest maybe she just likes to play. That's not what I'm into, but she is a fine looking lass. As in mightee fine. She got smarts, too; this is certain.
Hrmm. Any opines out there? The Ryan-Line is open. On one hand I'm shy with gals, on one hand- not so much any more. I'd love some feedback.
Meanwhile, my fabu but remarkably indecisive roomate Aimee is waffling about wether we move out in January, or stretch the lease out for another half year. A gal who she's befriended may move in to our pad in December for a month- I've met the gal (very young) who seems cool, and Aimee is hip with the notion (she has a severe shortage of femmes in her life) and I'm hip, too, as our apartment is larger than the average beast. I'm just worried that there will be some drama between them, and I'm gonna somehow be in the midst of it. One of the things I hate the most in life is interpersonal drama. YUCK. Fucking waste of time, talent, emotion. But that's just me.
That all is to be seen. Overall, life is interesting, as different venues for meeting people has opened up with remarkable suddeness. Last Sunday, me and Aimee went to an extremely cool pub, where we heard the Poet Laureate of Denver read. I chatted with him for a minute- neat, tuned-in guy with good, humorous, well-timed, thotful lines. Very, very chill. I axed about where to read/share/blab about my collection of writs here in town (Denver, sadly isn't that literary.. music and crafts = hell, yes, but literature.. not so much. BUMMER. This ain't no Iowa City, or San Fran..) I only got a few tips.
I need to equal the time that I write on my computer (when it functions) and in my curious bedroom with time spent among like-mided souls. Aimee, as usual, gave me a good wake-up call to do this. I get very insular, very quickly, as writing is a solo afair.
Anyway. Life is kinda chunky soup. Fairly tasty, and I've re-positioned my thoughts about winter these two seasons. Why proclaim it your enemy when maybe you can talk to it as a curious friend? But it's a friend you don't want around too much. Not for me, anyway. But Denver is bitchin for that, as the 20 inches of snow we got two weeks ago was GONE in 6 days time, with 70-degree temperatures blasting it away the last two days it was sticking 'round.
I do dig my job in a curious way, as I work with stone and ceramic tile. I dig the slate slabs the best- all rich and unique and purely from madre Earth. Sometimes I just go thru a stack of them and stare at them kinda stony-like; the multi-colored slate resembles patterns of earth I've seen on the desert, and in pictures taken from the Space Shuttle. I remark on how the "micro", as it were, within a square foot of Indian slate in patterns resembles images I've seen on the Sonoran Desert and from the badlands of Asia.
Job description:
I work with manipulated earth in boxes.
Tonight: more snow. Maybe a good meal.
*Entertainment-wise, an idol of mine, because he combined impeccable ingredients of the sharpist sardonic wit, flawless timing, and just enough pandering to the camera. In fact, he invented the split of talking to the cast in the film and then breaking away and talking directly to the audience as a witty aside. Any more, the Marx Brothers movies are dated, of course, but a review of their classics ('Duck Soup' 'A Day at the Races' &cet) is a primer that comedians and entertainers have studied to this day..
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