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July 19, 2005
In a Nuts Hell
[Crosslating this just sent email to a friend because it outlines my current (work/write, most in-particular,) situ and scheming—which I don’t think I’ve adequately outlined here at all—in addition to, I think, the first mention of the companionante corollary progey, which I’m still very much wanting to work in, that I began to detail through thoughtfully a couple few weeks ago and (I think, again; therefore, I am, again.) sketchilated on TO. Plus, it’s got a dillop or two pertaining to the Longstrongsman disease suffered socially here and now, and most likely, everywhere and -when…]
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“Inaugurating Postum’s sponsoring of the email port pracice.”
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Oh, where to start? How ‘bout the very beginning, a very good place to start…
- Got the disc in now. You guys are just retro enough—what, with the here-and-there popping up of tazer-laser pulse-blips that recall a mid-century blooming of Sci-Fi Scinema—that you’re a head of your time.
- I did stop by the office one Friday afternoon several weeks ago and no one, but no one!—no, I don’t mean no one I know, but quite literally no single one human entity, was in that office that day.
- More recently, as I’m sure you’ve heard, I ran into JD in the yupyup neighborhood he uncomplainingly now shares with me (or, un-to-my-face-complainingly, at least). Think I’ll stop in this weekend to pay him and his boyfriend a visit.
- He may also have given you the gossip that I’m not long for RXXXXX [Insert here Asian Dub Foundation paying that one last check in the free world.] I’ve had chronic fatigue for most the time I’ve been back and I need to get it taken care of. The prescription? Rest. Which I view excitedly as a double opportunity to write for a bit, which is really what I’ve wanted to do all along anyway. I didn’t because I didn’t have money. I still don’t, so…
- JD approached me about MXXXX client which seems to be needy again. Man, I would do that in a Heartbeat! Happily! and even in Hollywood! (or wherever) If not for the premise underwhich I leave my current job.
- That leaves a last minute scramble to figure out a way to live (and write!) for a good while without income. I know, everybody’s dream, but really, I have a couple very compelling (to me at least), unique, viable projects in my hand along with a personal imperative to figure out my long-term business and life tRejectORy. So I’m asking people for ideas. Here amy formultaged-just-for-you questions: Do you know [think outside the box now, inspired as you are by my very inner-box, cliched clichellable cliching clause up there…) anyone needing a housesitter, anyone with a shack remotely situated, anyone with an elderly relative needing company and, perhaps, a little lite maintaining (read: ass-wiping…No! I am neither looking nor qualified to attend to ass aged 200% of my own.)
- Or, any job—at whatever pay—requiring the employed to answer 5-7 calls over the course of an 8 hour shift in which said employed sits comfortably in front of a computer? Or, how ‘bout a wealthy-ish patron of unique and risky art projects by penniless phame-bound phophets, or who likes to give or loan for nothing more than the sake of giving or loaning, or for public and tireless receiving of credit-due, or a good dick sucking. Or you may very well have an in with some very generous (and capably so) Japanese men and women who so desperately need a great corporate editor to run their shits thorough the spell checker, that they will send to prospectives the same things college sports recuiteers do: a conscripted gaggle of geisha girls they auditioned during the lunch hours of a thousand days…
…Oops. I ramble on and on like this when I really tired. Sorry. I just noticed.
- Oops2. I just thought: I curl up on your Westchester shag and wait for you to complete your homeward commute so that we can build conceptual writing machines while your lovely lady stands on the carpet reading James Joyce.
Maybe a little weird that in addition to writing, I want to build writing machines (increasing my competiton in already impossible landscapes!) I think that three WMs hobbled together at different points along my huge, throbbingly broad range of ideas (if I do say so myself) would make a good set upon which to go for endless proliferatioin, and that such a little modern musketeering in a gallery or showing of some kind or other somewhere and time.
That’s it, only without the details that would surely excite even the most reticentand dour prospective partner
And you?
[mySign]
(Hope you didn’t mind my windyness here. Got bad thee.)
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[End of post-haste post-paste. (Of course, no, in long term]
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Posted by peligrito at July 19, 2005 10:23 PM
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