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7.30.2018

Evenflow, thoughts arrive like butterflies

I get inspirations late at night, but no matter how much i try to hold on to them, by morning, they are gone with the wind.

As such, I employ several compensatory strategies. Either I start to compose a'am email and leave an outline of bullet points to flesh out on the morning, or my personal favorite, I compose an SMS (text message) and schedule it to be sent at a more appropriate hour for correspondence.

Ain't modern technology grand? Much like business never stops, the digital age never sleeps. We are living in a truly global/mobile paradigm, where barriers are reduced to a gossamer thinness. The veil need not be ripped, for it's practically translucent.

7.24.2018

B-List Movie Reviews: Rampage

For a film based on a 1980's-era pub crawl video game, Rampage was worth precisely the $4.50 I paid to watch the film.  The CGI graphics were quite ccomparable to the horde of Godzilla retreads produced near the turn of the century.

I suppose that's to be expected after all, didn't Canada's BareNaked Ladies echo that sentment with the refrain: 'It's all been done before.'  I guess everything is just a rehash or permutation of either s wroteomething that some Classical Roman author, a Gospel writer, or Shakespeare wrote.

My verdict on Rampage is 4 bottles of beer  the wall.  Good but not great repose of the monster movie genre.

In the 1980's, my parents owned a sign painting comp, and in an adjacent stripmall there was a working neighborhood bar; that's where I played Rampage. It's not very fun sober, or so I can imagine.  I suppose same could be said for the movie.

7.21.2018

Don't Know What'cha Got 'Til it's Gone

We are at that point in the curve where many in my beloved Generation-X, where many men are balding. Sure my hair is thinning, but I still have a mop of unkempt hair, a thick moustache (one of my roommates even nicknamed  me stachio. Bni   I figure. if ya got it, flaunt it.  I have fedoras for when I go out in public.  Problem solved.

Doing the Hustle

The side hustle.
Blah, blah, blah, Jen-Luc, blah, blah, capitalism, blah blah, memory, blah, blah.

These are the notes that I uploaded to the cloud on the wakes my way home from my day's outing. 

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  This morning, as per usual on Saturdays, Jen-Luc and I went to the local, across the metropolis, adaptive gym, where I proceeded to use the weight machines Jen-Luc, my Congolese caregiver, works at a different house, but he takes me to support groups and concomitant events, schedules permitting; however, the main company, the umbrella company of the houses, is quite accommodating.  He is, in all seriousness, doing it as a side hustle.  Also, on my weekly excursion, I stop by the store and acquire supplies of which I am running low.

This is only possible because of the power of capitalism, which made the internet and mobile phone usage ubiquitous.  And allows him to exchange his  free time for my money.  A veritable win-win.  We both come out ahead; he exchanges his free time for my money.  He values my money more than he values his time; I value his time more than I value my money. Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

 I wouldn't be able to have held these thoughts in my head, gone about the daily routine, and then have been able to cogently codify my meandering missive.  All thanks to modern human magic.  Magic simply being heretofore unknown science.  Hey, it's with what she blinded Thomas Dolby. Science.

I compose my missives better on my Chromebook than on my Android, but my phone is more portable.

7.13.2018

Role Reversal

Whereas the United States broke away from England (1776), the British are now in process of breaking away from the European Union, the Common Market, European Commission,  et cetera (2018).

U.S./U.K. bond is being strengthened. Our two countries' special relationship is  enduring. Common language, shared values, mutual histories all contribute to a transatlantic partnership that is quite perdurant.

New trade deals will need to be negotiated, and who better to lend a hand than the author of the Art of the Deal.  We can help the Britis with their emancipation, we've  been there, done that.

7.07.2018

My Curricular Journey

Going through the traditional gauntlet of educational institutions, I started in Kindergarten, progressed normally, sure I was excelling on the Gifted Track, through 8th grade.  Then, following greener pastures for her career my mom and I moved to Colorado.

There, mid-October, I entered the brand new Middle School, at first I felt a little out of place (city mouse surrounded by country mice or more aptly mountain mices.  I grew to adore that place, but again following the job opportunities, my mom an I moved back into the house we'd left mere months earlier.

Freshman and Sophomore years I excelled on the accelerated track. Summer after Sophomore year I was passenger seared at the impact proint in a nasty T-bone carnt 5 years in collet collision. I suffered a brain injury. After my 10-day coma, I spent another year ans a half in various hospitals and outpatient  rehabilitation.  I then transitioned back into my former high school.  After a year of integrating, I was ready to resume my journey, albeit at a slower pace (more English and Writing courses, less math) for a shorter duration. AP Biology, AP English, AP Government my last year (6 calendar years, 5 curricular years)

After high school, I spent 5 years in college. I went in undeclared, spent some time pursuing business and politics, but ultimately went back to my beeloved Biology. Graduating cum laude, I incorporated my business, politics and English into a Social Sciences minor.

I then followed my business interests to the local wing of the State university. My favorite courses were business law and Finance.

Turning Japanese, I think I'm Turning Japanese, I really think so

I studied Japanese as my foreign language in my Sophomore high school Freshman and Sophomore years, I loved it; I wanted the challenge, and I thought Spanish was too prosaic (I bve in Arizona, Spanish is pretty common), French in my opinion is too fruity. Japanese to me combines honor, history and rigor.  I very much venerate Japan, the people, the language, the culture   To that end, the Monday after Thanksgiving (2017), I began regrowing my moustache, and soon thereafter, decided to grow me a fu Manchu and style it ala Sam Elliott. My mother really liked him, and my appraisals of his acting chops are positive.

Near the end of next month (August 2018), I will be attending a brain injury associated group event.  There I intend to butter up and style my moustache with beard butter (an amalgam of moustache oil and moustache wax).  It's looking pretty good now, definite potential, but with another month and a half growth, it should look really good then.

Here's the part of the post where, ala Fresh Prince, everything gets flip-turned upside down.  According to the Vapors' lyrics: No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women, No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark.  That's been my life, heretofore (sequestered in school, hospital, home) , but I believe with my newfound facial hair and rediscovered chutzpah, ala John Lee Hooker & Carlos Santana,'Things Gonna Change' so I should just 'Chill Out.'

7.01.2018

X-Perspective: On Cultural Appropriation

"Don't hate, appreciate "

In high school, I took Japaneseas as my foreign language, not because I secretly despine the Nihonjin, far from it.  I'm actually trying to style my moustache in a Western, Country=Rock variant of the fu Manchu, ala Sam Elliott or Freddie Mercury or an intermediate form, which as its name would imply has its roots in China.  Guilty as charged; I love the Japanese, a derivation of the China-archetype.  Oops, whatever.  Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, if its not mocking, its all to the good.

Everyone appropriates everything at every moment  All the more true in these highly connected, uber global, constant communication times  According to Canada's Bare Naked Ladies, 'It's all been done before.'  Pop culture, rock and roll, media, et cetera are widely adopted by non-U.S. entities.  We're social organisms. America takes the best of the world, adopts it, adapts it to her needs, then disemanates it.   That reminds me, the Internet.  "World, 'you're welcome,'" he said with a wink, a wry grin, and a slight nod.