Boot inclusion accidental. Created at 126th and Broadway.

I spent the day at a museum downtown again in meetings about a major project and it went well. Getting there was a pleasure, the weather was so excellent, man. Check it out:

No lunch included this time so I had to eat down there as I began to get dead after about 4 hours arguing with curatorial staff.

It’s interesting to enter other fields, other disciplines, as a transient. That’s the only way I’ve found to make sense of the world for myself so far, since I first left the deep woods. A semi-pro athlete, a soldier, a business owner, a teacher,  a detective, a student, a professor. They’re all pieces, and there are many more I need to know and understand as I put myself together fully for the rest of my life.

I know nothing about collection curation but somehow was in there trying to contribute to a growing plan that involves me in a very limited way.

I always feel out of place, as anyone probably would, but then always realize that most fields are about the same basic things. Communication, foresight, understanding challenges and what solutions exist and what the best alternatives are to what’s not feasible. Confidence and telling people when you’re right and that they can trust you.

I got on well with the director of education, an old gay dude with suspenders and a slightly southern accent. He seemed to have read some education philosophy and that makes just about anyone cool by me.

I think education is everything.

I don’t include schools or classrooms in my definition of education.

I was ready to bolt after an hour but it stretched on. I think things ended up pretty well. I’m unsure what they mean for my work right now, but I’m happy to be involved. We’re trying to save culture from being destroyed by an oppressive tyrannical regime. One of my favorite reasons to get up in the morning.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have an enemy. To not have something that fills me with an inexpressible and unsurpassably violent hatred that motivates most of my waking minutes, motivates the actual cells in my body to keep my system pumped and ready. It’s the only reason I’m still alive. The times I’ve been in love are the only times I don’t depend on it fully for purpose.

If I believed in having a “calling”, that would be it: a destroyer of enemies. If I didn’t have something to destroy, I think I might just cease to exist. May that day come so that there may only be peace for all thoughtful beings. If there were only peace I’d like it, and I’d like non-existence for myself just the same because I wouldn’t belong in a peaceful place. I belong in war and chaos where I can bite down and exert and not worry about what breaks around me.

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When the planning session was finally over, my appetite became huge and dangerous. When in training mode, which I’m in, eating is really important for staying alert. Many calories go to repairing the body, so you need more to fuel the brain, and a few hours without food gives me an attitude problem that’s just plain embarrassing. I get terse and short tempered and juvenile.

So once free, I dove into the nearest place I could find. I found it was empty and comfortable.

Any restaurant that has a table like this is already getting the go-ahead light from me. The fact it was totally empty  save for one dude waaaay down made it too enticing: I had to sit at the head.

 

Menu.

 

Um, what the fuck is this shit.

 

Vegan? No?

 

Oh, just… hippy dippy.

OK whatever, I’m on the verge of death, bring me food.

Weirdo soupo and cappucinno sandwicho combo.

Whatevs. Too hungry. Went for it.

 

I inhaled the soup and bread and felt like I had just eaten a bowl of air. Goddamn. The main course better be heavier or I’m dead.

 

 

 

What the fuck is this shit.

I’m hungry.

I ordered a sandwich.

Jesus.

I ate it in about half a bite, paid my 13 bucks (!) and ditched and got a hamburger nearby.

 

NYC and its fruity tootie little nuevo foodo wastes. No wonder the chicks are so skinny and dudes are all braindead and limp.

 

 

 

Headed back up and to work.

Aesthetics class.

Wasn’t in the mood at the start, but I got into it and liked it. We talked about… well, dang. Still usure how to share course information but it’s coming, don’t worry. I’m doing a good job of keeping track of everything and notes, I just need to organize its presentation for you, which I promise I’ll do later this week. We’ve met twice so far so you’re not far behind.

OK, I’m out.

Onwards unafraid, my friends.

Stare back right in the eyeballs and say FUCK YOU when it’s right and we’ll stand together, I promise.

Catch you tomorrow.