Michael Kindt's Blog, page 423
January 10, 2012
Smuckers watching the most recent Republican debate.
Smuckers watching the most recent Republican debate.
I began a story this morning about a short order cook. Haven't you worked in that capacity? What are some takeaways from that? Did you like it, like the customers?
Yep. Lots. I enjoy it, yeah. It's pretty hard, thankless work, though. Poverty. Alcohol and drugs. Generally, I like the customers, except for the Princesses (both male and female) who wanted their food all special and different from the menu. I'll probably go back and do it again this summer.
I recommend you fucking do it.
Write. Art. Sing. Dance. Pick up that guitar and never put it down.
Life is too short to worry about money or security. If you had it, what then? What to strive for? There's a reason every band's early albums are better than their later ones: HUNGER. How can you sing honestly, meaningfully about life when you're a fucking millionaire? You can't. You can't write about it or paint it either.
People fantasize about being millionaires, but those poor fuckers are handicapped. All the heat and color has gone out of their lives. There ain't nothing to do but go play golf or sit on the patio.
PS: If you have a patio, don't EVEN fucking talk to me about "privilege". I don't give a shit if you have a white vagina or not.
Life is too goddamn short to worry about things like "credit", which, by the way, is nothing more than the ability to go into debt. Good credit means you can go into debt really easily. Bad credit is actually a good thing: "Sorry. I can't go into debt today. I have bad credit…"
The American Dream is actually slavery and nobody even notices.
Sleep on the floor.
Eat Ramen.
Drink what you can.
Do what you fucking dream, what lives in the very center of your heart. Who gives a shit if you have a toaster or not?
January 9, 2012
To be played at maximum volume.
To be played at maximum volume.
aholeinthewhole replied to your video: David Bowie. Major Tom….from 1969
Love Mr. Jones!
Yep, me...
Love Mr. Jones!
Yep, me too. He turned 65 the other day and I've been jamming to Bowie pretty much ever since :)
David Bowie. Major Tom….from 1969
David Bowie. Major Tom….from 1969
I got the last of the Ayinger Marzen.
No more till Oktober (German spelling intentional). It's good shit, Maynard.
I went to Canyon Lake Liquors, the high-end, rich-people liquor store. Drove all the way across town for it. On the Westside, in my town anyway, is where they keep all the rich people. I live downtown in the the North-central section. Lots of young people mixed with working-class. North is the ghetto and the Valley is where they keep the disappearing middle class.
Now you know my city.
Of note in the liquor store: they have a wide selection of very yummy beer, the best in town in fact, but they also carry the standards, like Budweiser. Tonight they were having a sale on 20-packs of Bud Light. The sign referred to them as "family packs".
I thought it was amusing.
The customer service is stellar at Canyon Lake Liquors. I was taking my time, doing some hardcore perusing, and the guy came out from behind the counter and asked me what I was in the mood for. I told him "something Bavarian". Just as I said that, I noticed the GERMAN BEER sign.
I'm like, "Oh, here's the German beer."
And he goes, "Yeah. German beer is very similar to Bavarian beer."
Indeed.
Beer run.
Hmmm. Ayinger? Erdinger? Decisions, decisions. Definitely in a Bavarian mood, though…
cleverlilcharlatan replied to your post: List 8 things (not people) you've done that most Tumblrs...
Hmm I can't decide which one I find the most intriguing. I'd love to hear more about all of this though.
1. I was born with a congenital heart defect.
2. I started a business to see if I could dupe people out of money pretending to be a psychic. The answer was a resounding yes, but it also made me feel bad about myself.
3. No money, no job, no place to live. You know the story.
4. I am a pervert with a voyeuristic bent.
5. Sometimes the gods smile upon you, my friend.
6. My bus ticket was good for only so far.
7. I have a green thumb.
8. Fathers do not like me dating their daughters.
So this morning I discovered who Courtney Stodden is.
Brb, getting a tetanus shot.
