LIKE WHAT YOU DO. DO WHAT YOU LIKE…How many of us are that lucky today? Most people are happy to have a job and pay a big stack of bills. There goes your dignity and integrity. It’s about caring through good times and bad, but caring for what and who? Your significant one that is not happy with his wage-slaving schedule? He or she should have studied more to have a better job. What is a better job? A doctor, a lawyer, a pharmacist, a car dealer, an engineer, a business analyst, an artist, a Buddhist? Oh, sorry…I forgot that Buddhist is not a job—it’s a belief, a lifestyle, religion? So what do you believe in? Is your nature founded in Judeo-Christian values, or satanic values, or no values at all? If you believe in love, friendship, and decency—are those universal values, or custom made, based upon your social status, which again loops back to the values mentioned above? So then, whoever loops the loop, he’s home free? Ah, another one of those simple four-letter words that shrink our emotions into love, fuck, free…golf, anyone? See, looping the loop brought me to…golf. What is all that about—chasing a ball with a stick across the acres of neatly combed green grass of home? How many people don’t have a luxury to own a backyard, because of all those fields of green reserved for the stick & ball chasers? And that would be bearable, almost, had they not chased profit at the same time. They are not just after money—they are after the money that makes more money. So that they can keep chasing their hard balls with a stick, while Joe Blow smokes a cigarette on a diminished designated little patio, a hard day’s night, before he gets up and does it again…because he has a dream. He is a dignified steel worker. The world needs more steel. And concrete. Well, maybe those hardball chasers should envision the possibility of the green fields disappearing altogether…


“This story, once we are caught up in the thing written in words both poetic and philosophic, entwined in music and bad luck with women, surviving the elements of seasonal changes in a country maladapted to same – this story becomes a memoir, possibly. But then we must ask, could anything so rich in descriptive prose and so completely without self pity when a little self pity would be more than appropriate – could this have happened?” GRADY HARP

My Inventions by Nikola Tesla

Everyone should read this book! Tesla is not only a great inventor…he is also one of the greatest thinkers and an amazing writer, too.
“The pressure of occupation and the incessant stream of impressions pouring into our consciousness thru all the gateways of knowledge make modern existence hazardous in many ways.”
Almost a century later…does it ring a bell?
Samantha Hunt has fabulously explained it in a nut-shell, “It was difficult for a vanilla American public, reeling from war, to lionize a foreign eccentric…”
An eccentric that “is responsible for our modern electrical system,” without which we wouldn’t even be able to surf the net, let alone do other “insignificant” things like watching TV, making a phone-call…oops, he’s responsible for the phone and the radio, too!
And, Mr. Kevin Kelly, if by “please don’t read this book if you wish to remain normal” you consider our every day “normalcy” that turns us into idiots on a regular basis then, by all means, I salute you!


Get a good night’s sleep before you die

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 It’s a long way to go.

You don’t want to be tired.

You need to look decent upon meeting your Maker.

You don’t want to be hangover or something.

You are to be of good cheer.

He doesn’t need to see anybody corky, or grumpy.

Don’t complain too much.

What’s done is done…

You were told many a time you were to go one day.

When the day comes, don’t fear it.

It’s what you’ve been waiting for all along.

You were trained for it like an astronaut.

Are you going to be a bad one?

Might as well not go then.

Not yet.

You got nothing to show for it.

Spare yourself the trouble.

Better drive around the corner toward the Ross Island Bridge.

At the end of the exit lane stands a tall, old guy in a red jacket, waving at the line of

vehicles coming at him and passing…

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The Misir Market

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After we got stuck surrounded by rainbows of spices, scarves, rugs, Turkish delights, all sorts of nuts, copper coffee pots, cascades of people gushed forth as if coming through the holes drilled in a dam that kept them floating in some kind of theGreat Lakes of Sustainable Humanity. Otherwise, when unleashed and set free, they are as disoriented as farmed fish. The only way to get out was buying something everywhere we stopped, and thus pay our way through a navel of trade, where it seemed to be the only purpose of the human race. Above one fridge it was written in Spanish:


Here we cheat less than the British Royal Court and have better quality than Carrefour or the British Royal Court, and we also carry poison for your mother-in-law… 

People made and crafted amazing stuff; people built up this ancient bazaar to stock and put it on…

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