Tales from the ‘bucks.
Day Three.
Today on the old world’s most expensive porn… sorry, mp3 player, Dave Matthews Band’s The Lilywhite sessions.
Great album, it was never supposed to be released, they went in a different direction with the next album, but it was supposedly rescued by someone and put on the internet. They later released it with the more polished “Busted Stuff”. I like the rawer version better.
I was going to do this whole post about the fact that we don’t live in a capitalistic society, it was going to be this big rant about how we are starting to become like Communist China because of the fact that you cant have free markets if one entity controls the whole market.
But I don’t have internet access, so I can’t do any research, and while I don’t mind coming off as a total idiot, at least I want to cover my ass.
There is a guy sitting next to me, (In my damn corner table), who is reading from an old beat up leather book that from here looks like a bible. He has a yellow spiral bound reporter’s notebook and is taking notes. There are a few other books scattered on the table, he is too old to be a student, so in my head he is a ‘hip’ pastor working on a sermon.
Alpha and Omega.
I’m sitting here with a machine that has 5 gigs of pornography, and in my head he’s working on saving his flocks souls from eternal damnation. I think I lost this little battle.
They have the music turned up way to loud, it’s bleeding through my headphones, Etta James I think, again, over trendy music that nobody here would really listen to, and it’s mostly a rock and roll crowd, except for Bishop Starbucks next to me. I bet he might be enjoying it.
The one of the first things you notice about Florida is how nice the cars are, I think Will Smith said it best in his song Miami with the line “Hundred Thousand Dollar Cars, everybody’s got one.” There is no snow, therefore no road salt, therefore no damage and rust. I have a car that’s five years old, and in NY half it would be eaten away by now. Here it looks great, except for the huge ass dent that some idiot put in it while we were shopping at Publix.
I’ve changed my mind by the way; I don’t want internet access here for these posts. The limitation forces me to think ‘in the now’. I have no crutch, no electronic salvation. If I could write a fifth as fast as I type, and I could read my own handwriting I’d do like the Bishop next to me and do it all longhand.
There is a trio of teenagers that just came in, one of them is wearing an American Diabetes Research shirt, she is drinking a large chocolate frap, it has more grams of sugar in it then a human should drink in a year.
I just got connection at work so I can post this here.
And on that note, I’m out.
Today on the old world’s most expensive porn… sorry, mp3 player, Dave Matthews Band’s The Lilywhite sessions.
Great album, it was never supposed to be released, they went in a different direction with the next album, but it was supposedly rescued by someone and put on the internet. They later released it with the more polished “Busted Stuff”. I like the rawer version better.
I was going to do this whole post about the fact that we don’t live in a capitalistic society, it was going to be this big rant about how we are starting to become like Communist China because of the fact that you cant have free markets if one entity controls the whole market.
But I don’t have internet access, so I can’t do any research, and while I don’t mind coming off as a total idiot, at least I want to cover my ass.
There is a guy sitting next to me, (In my damn corner table), who is reading from an old beat up leather book that from here looks like a bible. He has a yellow spiral bound reporter’s notebook and is taking notes. There are a few other books scattered on the table, he is too old to be a student, so in my head he is a ‘hip’ pastor working on a sermon.
Alpha and Omega.
I’m sitting here with a machine that has 5 gigs of pornography, and in my head he’s working on saving his flocks souls from eternal damnation. I think I lost this little battle.
They have the music turned up way to loud, it’s bleeding through my headphones, Etta James I think, again, over trendy music that nobody here would really listen to, and it’s mostly a rock and roll crowd, except for Bishop Starbucks next to me. I bet he might be enjoying it.
The one of the first things you notice about Florida is how nice the cars are, I think Will Smith said it best in his song Miami with the line “Hundred Thousand Dollar Cars, everybody’s got one.” There is no snow, therefore no road salt, therefore no damage and rust. I have a car that’s five years old, and in NY half it would be eaten away by now. Here it looks great, except for the huge ass dent that some idiot put in it while we were shopping at Publix.
I’ve changed my mind by the way; I don’t want internet access here for these posts. The limitation forces me to think ‘in the now’. I have no crutch, no electronic salvation. If I could write a fifth as fast as I type, and I could read my own handwriting I’d do like the Bishop next to me and do it all longhand.
There is a trio of teenagers that just came in, one of them is wearing an American Diabetes Research shirt, she is drinking a large chocolate frap, it has more grams of sugar in it then a human should drink in a year.
I just got connection at work so I can post this here.
And on that note, I’m out.