Today, I am a student. Tomorrow, I am a business owner.
Well, I guess I’ve been a business owner for a while now. I did write a check that bought the stock that brought me into the fold.
But tomorrow is a demarcation line. People will be allowed into BigTreeTop. We’ll be judged. That’s what makes it different. The judging.
Life’s purpose is a scent
that reminds me of something
I’m always about to remember
but never do
From the meebo.com blog comments list:
“i wd luv 2 b abl 2 change skin colours nd a hot pink skin wd b gr8″
Tom Wolfe should write a novel in l33t speak. It’d be the renaissance of Avant Garde art! It could be the Clockwork Orange of the 21st Century. Or Ian M. Banks could do it, similar to the fantastic Feersum Endjinn.
And if you’re reading this, Tom Wolfe, I ask only that you put my name, disguised in some sort of anagram or other clever trope, in the novel in exchange for this idea.
I thought the 14 hour days grinding out work would end after I got the degree. Oh no no no.
The only difference is, I’m getting paid.
Well, that’s only half true!
I’m listening to the Bastard Fairies. Their irreverence and playful vulgarity is just what I need as the clock pushes 1am again.
Which reminds me I’ve never documented my slight synesthasia. Since high school, I’ve experienced the hour 10pm as blue, 11pm as yellow, midnight as red and everything after as a kind of polka-dotty mess. I existed in that polka-dotty mess for months! You haven’t lived until you’ve constructed a 10×8 map of Europe out of 8.5×11 inch sheets of paper that…and I’m not making this up…folded down to the size of one sheet like a map — for no reason whatsoever than it made complete sense at 4am when I started it. It involved some complex scotch taping. I should still have that map in a cabinet somewhere.
This is what I feel like now:
the best way to spend a Saturday morning. Seriously.
