My good friend Cade, the Okie Devil from Textus, sent through a new missive for us last night, Dear Reader. But first… some sad news: smoking internet pal, Nik Nak…
… died yesterday. The news of his passing broke in the Blue universe today via Frank. More tender words and remembrances of our stalwart friend can be found via Leggy, Bucko and Grandad…
*/lights up… hope Dear Reader goes and read the comments too, Clicky… /drags… He will be missed… /smokes… I expect Smoky Drinky’ll be heaving tonight…*
Let's find some work!
Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?
Apone: I don’t know, is there anything you can do?
Movie = Aliens
^The Beatles – Paperback Writer^
So...where do I start?
Craigslist is infested with data/information leeches and scammers, newspapers are going to require me to subscribe and/or pay. I don’t trust Monster nor Dice since they’ve gone through so many acquisitions that I don’t even know who they are anymore, so…where do I start?
Let’s take a step backwards, start from the beginning, and find out what I can do.
I know how to operate a cash register and have worked at jobs handling cash.
I know logistics and have warehouse experience.
I know how to fuel airplanes.
I know customer support, have done help desk, desktop support and phone support.
I know technical writing.
I know software development and programming…
but I haven't done it in forever.
I’m gonna stop there, because what I really need is an old copy of my resume, and I currently have no way of getting to it since it’s sitting on the hard drive of a computer that doesn’t work anymore. Hell, it may be gone forever if the hard drive doesn’t work.
Fuck this noise 😦
^depeche mode – work hard (1983)^
Let’s share what I’ve seen on Craigslist lately…
No pay – “Exposure” only.
They don’t want me to respond via Craigslist? Seems shady, but $16-$32 a day to read books? I could likely read 2-4 books a day quite easily. But then I have to write a review and, since I’m being paid, that means that I’ll be gleaning the turds for peanuts in order to find something remotely palatable to write about. I mean, they are going to want positive reviews, kind words, shit that sells books: no one wants a paid reviewer shitting atop their shit pile. That would be an ex-cess-ively shitty mess.
This appears to be another non-paying gig, and I’m going to have to spend untold hours playing a game that might suck-ass. Then I’ve got to review it. But what if the game is good, but I’m terrible at it? Would that make for a good review?
“HEY! THIS GAME IS AWESOME! But I suck at it.”
Suddenly…I feel like the character from the movie “What Women Want”. I’m wearing pantyhose lined with panty-liners and/or maxi-pads around the house, all day, just to make $30.
“Staying fresh in the workplace.”
…she says. Since when is there even a line between the home and the workplace? Go to your bathroom, take a gander around, and you are likely to see more logos and advertisements than you would see on a 15 minute drive in an urban area, even if the radio is on.
Go to your kitchen. Take a gander at your appliances. Open the fridge. Open the pantry. Advertisements and advertising have LONG invaded the home via more than just television and radio. So I would argue that “staying fresh in the workplace” really isn’t that difficult. Not to mention that “keeping up” is just more advertising for more revenue streams. Certifications aren’t free, nor is the process of getting them.
Let's abandon this ship.
It’s long since sailed.
^TOTAL IDIOTS AT WORK^
Let's go with recent experience to start...
Recent Experience: Thinking. Writing. More thinking. Blabbing nonsense on Twitter with a few friends.
And yep...more thinking.
That shit don’t pay, so let’s stop dilly-dallying, crank up MS Paint, and start making some attempts at…
Q: Can magnetics be used to focus?
A: Ever heard of a compass?
I mean within the mind.
Within the body.
Q: What tools do we have available to us in order to better navigate our daily challenges better?
A: Time. Can't do jack shit without the time to do it in.
But you gotta keep some things in mind.
Birds seem to know where to go, how long to stay there, when to go somewhere else, and where to go. So let’s stretch that out a bit. Let’s stretch it out say…over the course of a spring/summer/fall.
Spring is coming. You are a bird that migrates up north as the weather warms. However, back at the place you just left – unbeknownst to you – some contractor just started a new project to build town homes over the next 6-8 months. When August/September rolls around, and you begin your journey all the way back to your wintering grounds, you’ve no idea that when you get there, your home is going to be gone.
^Missy Elliott – Work It (Official Video)^
SO!!! How do we navigate our own minds within and without? Visualization sometimes helps. But most of the more modern tools are too linear, and most of the old “mysteries” kinds of things are too static or vague. I need something more fluid. Less rigid, but solid.
Solid like air. Solid like water.
Everything is contextual with fluids. Go fast enough? Air will burn you like a charcoal briquette, and water will break every bone in your body. And yet… a breeze at the right time is like a cuddle from the sweetest of lovers, and a splash of water at the right time can cool and refresh. I’m not trying to invent a steering wheel for the soul; there are PLENTY of fucks willing to tell you what to do with that thing.
Nope, this is more about how spirit and mind get us through the things we encounter. We like to think that almost everything is either positive or negative; good or bad; right or wrong; correct or incorrect; but it’s all those things. Hence, I think we spend most of our time in a state of indifference.
EX: Buy/Don’t buy. Sell/don’t sell. Walk/don’t walk. Run/don’t run.
We don’t like to think of ourselves as indifferent because it seems too wishy-washy. And yet…
decisions, decisions, decisions.
So yeah, indifference…we hang out there a lot methinks. Our secret lover.
^Work For Love – Ministry^
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
SoPi-H – Iteration 02
SoPi-H – Iteration 03
SoPi-H – Iteration 04
SoPi-H – Iteration 05a
SoPi-H – Iteration 05b
SoPi-H – Iteration 06a
SoPi-H – Iteration 06b
So yeah… SoPi-H. That’s it. That’s them. That’s…what it is…what they are…
^Fifth Harmony – Work from Home ft. Ty Dolla $ign^
Drawing this shit from the hip, and not trying to be so goddamn perfect, sometimes aptly displays why I’m not always “all about shit lining up perfectly” or according to some rigid set(s) of specifics. As the perspective changes, so does the outlook on “what lines up…and what don’t”.
EX: SoPi-H_03 doesn’t look so bad. However, when you turn it 90° to make SoPi-H_04? Yeah…the wonkyness is MUCH more apparent.
The personification of indifference with respect to decision making.
The “defect” was always there, you just had to approach from the correct angle/perspective in order to see it. It looked great here, but not so much later. So if you’ve attached your anchor to a certain principle, what happens when you take a look at that principle from another angle?
Q: Are you locked in?
It’s like finding a defect in clothing after you already purchased it, removed all the tags, you wear it for the first time, and you or someone else notices something about the garment later. I mean the fucking thing looked just fine on the rack.
How in the HELL does something like this get past quality control at the place that manufactured it? Why would a retailer not check their own stock for defects prior to making it available for sell?
What I did there...do you see it?
^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^
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^The Beatles – A Day In The Life^
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