Raw Turkey

Get the beat going. I'm a firm believer that immediately after death we are all greeted by the Ol'DB and smoke rock on the curb of the afterlife.



An Auschwitz survivor commented, "Today is just a hair away from yesterday. My grandson and many his age dress up and kiss ass, will be anybody you want them to be, just so they might work for free. They call it an internship. I call it demeaning. Call them interns, call it an internship whatever you wish- all I hear is the echo of 'Work Will Set You Free'."

Work Will Set You Free, whether it is done for free for college credit or for money, Work Will Set You Free.

Its pretty, to think about all this great stuff we do. Hustle with ipads, sculpt resumes, volunteer to "round ourselves out", buy suits and nice work skirts, enter temp agencies and shake hands, call up friend's parents, call friend's of friend's parent's cousin and ask (at the very least) for their "advice", aggressively work at 'social/professional networking'-- then we go to our "looking for career opportunities" support group on the upper west side, we sit in coffee shops and comfort and be comforted by friends as we discuss the 'new normal', cry in bathrobes on rainy days next to foggy windows holding a cold cup of coffee-- we rush to work so we might be set free.
It is a pretty thought to think.



More thoughts to think

Henry Kissinger said in 1970, "Control oil and you control nations; control food and you control the people."


More Thoughts to Think

This will be the last time I write/discuss/think about this stupid subject. But.
I was kicking a rock and I came to the conclusion that the American conception of authenticity is a fetishization of people without choices/options. As Nero conjecture, 'the Lawyer free to day dream about being an ice cream man.' But in particular I mean, the American conception has a distinct envy for those unburdened by the responsibility of choice. Ex. He took over the family liquor store, he ran out of school money and went right back with his father uncles and cousins to work in the factory.
Without choice we can blame something/someone besides ourselves for our dissatisfactions.

What pretty thoughts to think- where you at odb

Senate once, Senate again

The Manhattan

Bottomless Mai Tais for all!

CHEERS!



Nero exits the Fung Wah bus and stumbles bleary eyed into the street sidewalk in what he assumes to be Chinatown, or some such local nickname. He quickly catches the gaze of a young man lighting up a cigarette close to him.

Nero - "Excuse me kind sir, you look like you know where you are!"

Kind Stranger on street corner - "Uhm, sure, whats happenin'"

Nero - "Could you kindly direct me to what they call 'the Manhattan'?"

Kind Stranger on street corner -"Sure buddy, go around that corner and go fuck yourself."

Nero - "Oh! Why thank you sir, take it easy."

With Senator's help and guidance I made voyage to what they call ‘the Manhattan’ and visited with all members of senate. Cheers to all! Thanks for the tour around the part of town called "SoHo" Daddy (as well as some great designer shops with sparkling water) and a place to crash dearest Senator. Not to mention the Lit Lounge fun had by all four of us in full conference of men. I had a great time in ‘the Manhattan’ and Thanks Again to all members of our noble blog for making it out for a gathering of senate. Though our time together was brief because of the weekend’s short duration, I make alms to the power of senate in its ability to bring us all together. Cheers Senators and Long Live the Senate!

And now for something completely different.

Church Bells Ring for Senate

I'm gathering myself to go pick up Nero from the airport. Over two years of electric Senate strings are soon snipped and replaced with the cables of handshake. Gather yourselves senators! The Senate Assembles!