Friday, March 24, 2006
I work as an editor. And I listen to music on headphones while I'm working. The work I get comes in plastic bags. If I pull the job out of the bag while my headphones are on, an electric current is created that shocks my ears and brain and singes my nose hairs. It really hurts. Yet I keep doing it and there's no indication I'm every going to stop. So here's what I'm thinking. As long as I'm shocking myself, is it possible I could get something positive out of this? As in: do it yourself electroshock therapy. For instance, if I was a smoker trying to quit, I could think of a cigarette before I pull the job out of the bag, take the shock, wipe the blood from my nose, and go back to work. Eventually, I'd quit smoking. The thing is, I already eat pretty good and I don't smoke. So I'm trying to think of things to quit.
I also wonder if it would work with memories. If I could shock things or people I don't want to remember from my consciousness.
Working on it.
Monday, March 6, 2006
There's nothing particularly evil about my job. Except for the fact that nothing flows here. It's like a vacuum where the things you care about can't breathe. And the people... they're nice. But it's hard to tell if they really care about anything.
The thing is I have a daughter. She's got a genius soul and I know she lives on love, tickles and mac'n'cheese, but in the back of my mind I fear more than anything the looks I'll get if I were an out-of-work dad. Even though I just picture Native Americans subsisting on the continent, before the continent was changed, and in my mind know we all, everybody, would be happier with less.
So this is the way it is for me. Like a skinny superman, tied to a block of kryptonite. I even forget most of the time what's making me weak.
Man, last week was a good week. Making new friends. Making new music. A bunch of kids and a Sam Cooke singalong, like the fakest movie moment. Coming back from the dead, ready to break rocks with my hands and shoot heart-melting lasers out of my eyes. What was bad about it? Nothing. Just a bunch of beauty. I told someone, "Hey. I can't sleep in lately. Is it the happiness?"
This morning I woke up at 7 feeling great all over. Woke up the bear and she decided not to fight me while I put her pigtails in, dressed her and gave her her medicine, chocolate milk, vitamins and tickles. We made faces at each other on the way to work in my mirror. After I dropped her off I was listening to NPR and it was dry like the March rock salt drying out my mouth. I put on Talk Talk and listened to Spirit of Eden and was right there in that perfect mix, surrounded by all that dedication and accident. God bless those guys for punishing themselves like that so that I might feel that way on a Monday morning.
And then I was riding the elevator up to my floor, hoping to not be looked at. And then I was in my cube which is the color of grayed sandwich meat. And then I was chained to a block of kryptonite that glowed and made a humming sound.
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