January 21st, 2006


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A lot has happened, but I haven't really felt like writing about it. I'm not entirely sure why this has been so, and I haven't really cared to explore it.

So, the question now is where to begin:

I quit my job.

In retrospect it was spectacularly easy. I told my boss I was having problems with my housing and that I couldn't really work 16 hour a days, he said okay, and I just sort of walked away. I didn't say goodbye to anybody or have any big explosion or anything, I just grabbed the L train and went home. I can go back to work if I want to, so there are no hard feelings, but it was a weird experience. So much of modern life is spent in cages of our construction. In reality it's a whole lot easier to walk away than we might initially think.

The thing about housing wasn't really a lie either. I need to find a new apartment and should do so rather quickly. This pursuit is hampered by the fact that every apartment in this city costs $5,000,000,000 a month, but mostly by the fact that my mother wants to buy one as an investment and have me live there, and I have to talk her out of this. This is a bad time to invest in NYC real estate, while rent is definitely bank account draining we are currently living in a big ass price bubble and it will pop given time. I don't want to be riding it when it does.

So I've been killing time supervising the painting of this apartment, dealing with some random stuff, and staring at blank computer screens completely unable to write. It's been less than fun but it's okay. I don't think I'll go back to the job, I've had nightmares that I did, plus the show is now on T.V. and for some reason that makes working on it even less appealing. One of the big problems with it was the size of the production, it was like an industrial plant more than a creative enterprise and while a lot of bigtime filmmaking, and especially TV, is like that it's not an environment I felt comfortable in.

I guess that's about it. I don't feel communicative these days. Privacy and silence are underrated.
  • Current Music
    Paul Simon - 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover

Dark as a Dungeon

Every time I think I've hated a job I end up reading something about coal mining and realize that no matter how fucked up something I'm asked to do is it doesn't come close to comparing to what those poor bastards have to put up with. I've been in old British coal mines where you see the spots that young boys used to stand opening and closing doors to control the airflow. The coal industry may no longer maim 8 year olds in their sorting machine but it's still a brutal business. For those who laugh at those of us who support alternative energy sources, just remember that nobody ever got crushed to death by 100,000 tons of dirt while they were growing soybeans or laying solar panels.

Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew
danger is double pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine

Well I pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll
That my body would blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the miner digging my bones
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew
danger is double pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
  • Current Music
    Johnny Cash - Dark As A Dungeon

Advertising co-opts your soul.

One of the things I've been doing with myself recently has been trying to fill in my music collection with stuff I've missed over the years, mainstream and slightly less so (I can't get into pretentious super-indie stuff because most of it is below everyone's radar due to suckage. When music writers overwhelmingly push a small band like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah I sometimes check it out and often I like it, but I can't be bothered digging through tons of sludge to get to the gems.) I've purchased odd combinations of CDs (Give me some Paul Simon and throw in that cheap Eminem Greatest Hits disc while you're at it) and mixed it up some, but nothing really made me sit up and take notice until my Nick Drake CD arrived. Now Drake is an artist whose work I've been meaning to get into for awhile, but I've avoided it because his music is somewhat challenging and depressing and he was a brilliant artist who flamed out and died at 26 (Some say suicide, the alternative story being that he just accidently gobbled too many antidepressants. Neither of those options screams 'happy ending.')

Drake's CD came with one of those stickers that advertises what songs are on the disc, for people too lazy to flip the CD over and read the track list on the back (these people probably ought not to be buying a Nick Drake CD anyway. They probably to be heading over to the N*Sync section of the record store to browse classics from the Spice Girls and 98 Degrees) I glanced over the sticker as I pulled the cellophane from the case, and nearly dropped it in horror. Right there in big black writing on a yellow background was an advertisement that the disc I was holding contained the song "Pink Moon," as seen on the Volkswagon commercial. Now it's insulting enough to be told that the CD you are holding, entitled Pink Moon, contains the song Pink Moon, but for it to be advertised as "As seen in the Volkswagon commercial?"

It's not just that it's a crass appeal to the type of people whose taste in music is decided by movie soundtracks and television shows (as featured on "The OC"). It's not just that it's a crassly commercial move to label an album with a reminder of your "favorite Volkswagen spot." It's that this particular album was written by a man so depressed he couldn't walk at times and whose music was totally misused in the commercial. It goes beyond disrespect. They didn't even try to understand what it was they were selling, just how they could sell it. It's the final reduction of art to nothing more than a tool of commerce.

Somewhere there's an executive out there who said to himself "Hey, people love Pink Moon in that new VW commercial, let's get that on the CD case!" I hope never to meet that man.
  • Current Music
    Nick Drake - Place To Be

Television is silly

Comedy Central has started running advertisements for strip clubs in New York City, figuring that anyone who's home at 10:30 PM watching comedy central likely lacks a social life and thus would want to pay women to remove their clothing. Whether or not this is true I don't know, however one of the advertisements features, in addition to a bunch of women talking in sultry voices and wearing as little as they can on a basic cable ad, an odd enticement.

Valet Parking Available.

Every commercial for this place has that written on the screen, and I have to wonder, who chooses their strip clubs based on the availability of valet parking?

"Hey Sam, want to go pay some chick $75 to shake her butt in your face?"

"I'm not sure. Is there valet parking? I'd hate to have to find my own car after dropping 3 C-notes in the champagne room."

Here's a tip. If you're too drunk to find your car you probably shouldn't be looking for it.

Seriously though, valet parking? That's how they want to sell their house of flesh? Plus imagine being the valet there. What kind of tips are you going to get?

"No, no, Jim. Don't shove that $5 bill down that girl's G-string, we gotta tip the valet." Right. I'm sure that happens constantly.