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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Begrudgingly I will be grudgingly continuing my project

Well goddam it, this thing just won't die. Apparently, what hasn't killed it has made it stronger. It has recoiled, ready to rip jugular at the first hint of unexpected movement, chomping at the bit to be given another chance. But it is docile, too, not wanting to bite the hand that feeds it, or to hurt anybody who didn't deserve it. And having learned patience through years of menial work at the behest of its master, it knows that it can wait a few more days, or months, or years, before its next chance will come. A resurgence? Not exactly, for it never really had a surgence, but it did exist once and it did have a chance before. Quiescence has made it dangerous though.

"It" is the intangible Project that is this blog. As intangible as all the world is devolved and dissolved into social media madness, which is intangible as well, but that is the world now. If you don't like it- congratulations! but go fuck yourself because the world is passing you by. No quarter will be given as the wires and wireless creeps into our DNA, attention spans rolling up like a busted achilles. Fuck it, the world will move ahead in its own way, but the basic principles will always remain, and a computer cannot provide food, shelter, or clothing (yet), or sex for that matter, either for pleasure or reproduction, and so it will always be inferior to nature. A tree will always have more knowledge than a computer, and can smash it, too.

This digression has been noted by The Administration (in all places under the influence of Great Britain  [either past or present] known as "The Ministry"), and also by the Americans, and so I shall meander back to the point of all this: it seems that The Project will continue. My project. This blog. This blank canvas, this platform for shameless self-promotion. I don't know who will ever hear it, see it, read it, feel it, or understand it. I don't really care, either. I suppose I should try to make this thing work for me in some way, and maybe I will. But maybe I have drifted too far off the line. Maybe this will just be documentation of my descent into madness. Maybe it will be a job application. Maybe it will be a purely experimental digression, a pressure-release valve, a water slide, a taco-on-a-stick. Either way, it will be fun, which is something that I wasn't able to divulge in the last time around. It's probably time to look at someone's tits. It's probably time to dance like nobody is watching. It's probably time to arm-wrestle Sylvester Stallone with my hat turned around backwards. It's probably time to take a serious look at the Syria situation. It's probably time to shave. It's probably time to go to bed. Whatever.

So I guess an update is in order, for the purely formal purpose of continuing the imaginarily serious narrative created before, just in case there is anybody out there who was actually reading this shit. The band, The Nothing Free, is no longer. In previous episodes, I had asserted that this blog would be the platform for this band's adventures, and it was for awhile, but almost as quickly as it was declared, the band dissipated. And soon following that dissipation, my job, which was the cause of the decline of this project in the first place, also dissipated. And so now I am back at nearly the same place as I was before, at least here in "the blogosphere," and so my shenanigans shall continue.

Nobody knows what will happen next, but I do know that the possibilities are unknown. If predicting the future was so easy, I'd jump off three bridges at once, and if Love were so easy, they'd make hundreds of shitty formulaic paperback novels by the time I post my next entry.

Until next time, if there ever is one,

The Dude

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Shifting/Grinding Gears

So in the interest of self-interest and in the process of processing the necessary evil of social media in order to advance one's self-interest, this blog has undergone several necessary and unnecessary transformations and changes, one of which is the transition that is occurring at this very moment, both in our own heads as well as in the head of the world Mother Gaia and her evil twin Technology, and here in the blogosphere things are always in a state of transition, and now we are in space with David Bowie and everything is hunky dory.

Now that we've cleared that up, it should be clear that this blog is now the platform for the adventures of The Nothing Free and will be maintained as such until something else happens. Check out these other great things:

www.facebook.com/TheNothingFree

www.reverbnation.com/TheNothingFree

There is lots of shameless self-promotion there, plus some cool music and nifty outfits! Until next time...

Peace and Destruction,

The Nothing Dude

Friday, June 8, 2012

Don't read this, read that

As the waking stranger slowly opened his eyes, his lashes clutching at each other and shaking off the gound, triggering his nasolacrimal duct to wake up also, he is introduced to a murky palate of colors, real colors, but shapes intolerably fuzzy and unintelligible. His wrist thumping against the nightstand evokes a groan, but the positioning is necessary for his fingers to do a retarded jumping spider dance on the top of the nightstand, hopping around in search of the thin metallic frames of his glasses. If his fingers are successful and light, he will find his glasses without knocking them off the nightstand, but usually at the expense of transferring the oils on his fingertips onto the lenses. Does not matter now. Once his glasses are on, he can see the computer screen, the writing on it and the pictures, and he can see the unfortunate situation: His "blog" still exists.....

If his blog is like the mountain, something must be done about it if only just because it exists at all. It has some power, it has some information, it has some potential, it has a white background. Move forward with it. Some Wiseman probably said that. Don't stop to cut down that cherry tree. Keep moving. Sounds like a plan, sounds like a crackling bonfire. Follow the sound.....

The campaign of shameless self-promotion is not over. Could anyone say "it's only just begun" more beautifully than Karen? Don't read this, read that:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Nothing-Free/148129258581703

You have been diverted.

Until next time,

Monday, November 8, 2010

What Am I Doing??

Well, my Project has apparently failed. As my employment status has changed, dramatically some might say, I have been forced to rescind my title of the "Busiest Unemployed Man on the Planet" (which sucks), and therefore the primary motive factor for producing this blog has dissipated.

The development that has most likely caused this change is the attainment of a job, which has seriously hampered my chances of remaining unemployed. The situation, roughly, is this: I now show up every day at a specified location and perform any number of mechanical repair or maintenance tasks, for which I am compensated monetarily. This arrangement is fairly lucrative, and it allows me to ameliorate several financial conditions, as well as affords me to buy good beer every now and again.

However, the opportunities to enjoy those good beers are scarce. Besides this perplexing employment situation, I am now also pursuing full-time graduate studies, which necessitates the whole (or more) of my time that is not spent at my job. Essentially, I am now busier than I was before, and I have even less time to do the things that I want to do. And so, under these conditions of great duress, I am conceding my position as the "Busiest Unemployed Man on the Planet" and taking up the position of "Pretty Much The Busiest Guy I Know."

As a necessary condition of losing this title, my Project here in "the blogosphere" is being discontinued as it was originally intended. But I will try to keep some version of it going in whatever way may seem fit.

Until next time (if and when there ever is a next time),

Dude

Monday, September 13, 2010

Literally, I mean it.

It is a real shame that the word “literally” has been raped so badly that one actually has to clarify the use of the word to so that everyone knows that they meant to use it in its definitional context.