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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZJXLUHdbQs
Dawn Penn is giving free singing lessons on this one. This song has a good beat too and was rightly sampled. Heavy dub bass..the stop-start guitar riff...topped off nicely with dawn penn's vocals. A strong argument for la yerba buena.
This is another good one...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2001u2vQYWQ
This is just great orchestration. Trumpets play intro melody...piano and bass gives a segue way for the guitar, which repeats the melody; stops; and the melody is finished by the trumpets again...followed by yet another bass and piano segue way into the 1st verse. Background beat - three note cumbia bass with corresponding guiro....tzke-cha-ga-tzke-cha-ga-tzke. Yeah cumbia's the shit.
Side notes:
1. Posting old records on youtube is a good thing.
2. Both these songs were covered HORRIBLY. The Dawn Penn song was covered by Rihanna and the producer thought it was necessary to rip the balls out of the sound. La Colegiala gets even worse treatment through the work of reggeaton 'rappers' Kalo...I think I had a better reaction watching "two girls, one cup" than that crap. The producers of such glossed up garbage need to be tried for crimes against humanity.
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| Basketball is the Metaphor for Life - "Scoop Jackson" |
[18 Jun 2008|08:41pm] |
Good news, Kobe is reduced to the whiny brat he always was due to the finals run by the Boston Celtics. Kobe: bitching out teammates, being a complete no show on offense, and being a general pariah. The MJ-Kobe comparisons can end....now.
MJ. No flaws to his game. None. Period.
Kobe. Flaws to his game: he doesn't make teammates better, he bitches out teammates when they mistakes, he can be stopped offensively IF he is guarded by a guy his size (Pierce), is smart enough not to buy his fakes (Pierce) and makes Kobe jack up fade-away jumpers as a result (Pierce). It helps if the opposing team plays good team defense and clogs up the passing lanes to force the Kobester to create turnovers. Thanks KG and Rondo.
MJ did all those three things. He turned BJ and Horace Grant into all-stars, good players but questionable candidates for all-star status. He bitched out teammates (ahem Kukoc and Longley) but it was to fire them up for not showing up on defense. And the offense? Well he had that fade-away down pat.
Why is any of this remotely relevant? Basketball is just a sport.
Aside from the offense question, the 'Kobe' flaws can be practically applied in real life. It is difficult to take responsibility for mistakes and failures. I saw this happen at work all the time. People panicking because something should have been filed the day before. Hide the mistake. Don't tell the boss. Hide it and the mistake WILL show up later, and with even bigger repercussions. Trust me, this happened at work all the time. But if someone is able to say "I fucked up" and the other person is willing to listen, then the group can collaborate on a solution. i.e, not bitching out Pau Gasol and instead saying "Hey, I threw a bad pass...but look...I'm being double-teamed once I reach the paint area...so next time I drive in the paint and get the double-team; that's your cue to look for the FAST pass."
Or like MJ, make the teammates better. Being able to teach what you know to someone willing to learn while conversely learning from them and using their expertise. Like Jordan taking the double team on the inbound...passes to Pippen...passes inside to Horace...passes outside to a wide open Paxson for the game winning three and third title.
Team sports are just that, sports. But they are a reduction of a single idea. Individuals working for a single goal, but collaborating and even sacrificing some personal glory to attain an even greater goal. Do you want an MVP and 40 point stats? Or would you rather work within a group and win the championship?
We evolved into the humans you see today. We were animals. In the moral and communicative sense. And eventually communication became an adaptive trait necessary for survival. A more animalistic proto-human existed next to the the modern one, and the one that was able to communicate: speak, listen, learn and teach, was the survivor that passed on a brain hard-wired to work within a group.
So which type of mentality will help to reduce the broad social, scientific and environmental problems? Kobe pouting on the bench? Or the Celtics beating the Lakers with team defense and multiple players scoring in double-digits?
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| What you say and what will happen will never be the same thing |
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Ideas are empty unless practically applied. Once practically applied, they are interpreted differently by multitudes of people. Once interpreted differently by multitudes of people, the reinterpretation is practically applied through common everyday practice. So then the original idea is transformed into a new practice that was never imagined by the creator.
Or 'politics' if you want to sum it up in one word.
Adam Smith was born and shared his idea. Karl Marx was born and shared his idea. Both are credited as the founders of two different types of economics. But they were both, from what I imagine them - pacing in their rooms in solitude and poverty - observing and interpreting the events of their day. They were philosophers. Moralists. 'Economists' was added to their resumes after they died.
Adam Smith had his idea, but it was reinterpreted by multitudes of people in common everyday practice. He never foresaw the existence of corporations, advertising, and patent laws. Karl Marx had his idea, but he never thought that propaganda, the super state, and the centralized control of freedoms would exist. Reinterpretation of the original thought.
And the people move along creating the ideas that will be different from what was originally thought of in their heads.
So the everyday observance of common practice is done by anyone willing to pause and analyze their situation. Once stated to the public, the idea will most likely change into something new altogether. At the very least, the common everyday practice was brought down from its pedestal.
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| How not to run an office/business |
[09 Jun 2008|01:51pm] |
Don't treat your workers like children.
Treat them like idiots and they'll respond as such. Treat them like equals and they'll act and think as such. At the very least they won't hate your guts. The industrial age proved the economic value of mass production...before computers. In an age where machines are able to better replicate the productivity of people, the new workforce relies on management, resource allocation and yes creativity and knowledge. Creativity to solve problems, creativity to produce the high tech gear, creativity to manage global economies, creativity to interpret the law, research the micro cell, and develop it all without social and environmental consequences; creativity to compartmentalize a complex problem into several well-defined parts.
Don't micromanage.
The dictators are dead. Machiavelli came to conclusion that if it was better for a Prince to be loved or feared, that inevitably it was better for a Prince to be feared. It was a template passed down many years until the access of information happened. In reality, the access of information came much longer, at least in the U.S, with public schools and libraries. Now, the big thing was the access of information of the internet. Not just globally, but also when reduced to the home. I can log in from my bedroom and research for free. As such, there is no need for the dictators and micromanagers. The corporate structure can be undone in an age where one can create their own music, advert on myspace, post the pics on flikr, tell their friends of friends on facebook, and record it on Protools...the site on Dreamweaver. Ask the music and newspaper industries. Unless they adapt of course, and the smart ones already have.
Don't promote something and give them something else. The Tyson Chandler/ Eddy Curry Effect
Remember when the Chicago Bulls drafted Tyson Chandler and Eddy Curry in the same year? And they were calling them the twin towers? And they were going to run the East for years to come? Of course you don't because one guy couldn't dribble and play offense and the other one couldn't lose fifteen pounds to save his life. It works for everything. If you are going to promote yourself as law firm pro the community, you best make sure you act like it, unless one is inclined to lose credibility for the short-term benefits and financial disaster in the long.
Learn, Learn, Learn.
Free the graduate schools. Free the professionals schools. Competition based on equal footing. Several factors to several problems. And it needs to be leveled off from the old habits in which we arrived at this point in history.
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[09 Jun 2008|12:26pm] |
Playing wise, basketball is the best sport ever. Its fun, competitive, physically draining and sometimes you just need the simplicity of a shared singular goal: put the ball in the hoop.
Most everyone is creative and possesses something worth envying.
After enough drinks, everyone is insane. The hidden thoughts behind the crevice of the head rush out soon enough from the buckled pressure.
Most people know something is up. Too many things that don't add up and it makes sense to most everyone. But it is left relatively unspoken for, due to the formalities of everyday etiquette and sanity.
Economics is very important and something I should have studied more of in school.
The only thing that'll make you crazy enough to continue to do one job for the rest of your life until you reach 65 is due responsibility and sacrifice. i.e you have a wife and kids.
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Right now I'm having a tremendously good day. So far, I have slept all morning, bought a cup of coffee, and am writing to you from the library. The tremendous part has everything to do with not being at work.
All is good as I wait past the days toward my vacation (in two weeks). I figured a three day weekend would help facilitate the waiting process. Only four days to the next weekend, to be repeated, until your sixty. Or maybe not.
Am sure I'm not the only one, and I'd find it hard to think that everyone else has not thought of this before.
You were once a free thinking, free spirited individual, with your hidden talents, and very much aware of your own potential, and it would only be somewhat difficult (cause most things appear somewhat difficult when you're young) to upend the history or whatever you considered injustice. Or maybe you were more of a creator, and the novel would have written itself in two years, the photo exhibit would have been your second in Wicker Park, or you realized how to profit off your in business with that IT degree. Free thinking, free moving, creative individuals. With money. (Because part of being Mexican is the guilt of being born; the due promise of compensating your mythological grandparents who did more with less).
And now you are here. Raise your hand if you work at an office. Raise your hand if you work in the loop. Raise your hand if you work in customer service. Raise your hand if you have no choice. Raise your hand if you thought you would never be doing what it is that you are doing now at this moment.
It feels good to call off work.
Now. There was a mistake. I see the commercials, the T.V shows, the culture. American culture is the culture that produces more lawyers than any other country, and is the creator of the M.B.A. American culture is a business. A child is an investment. School is an investment. In America, money is sucess, power and freedom. Freedom in that free trade is the term to represent economic liberalism. Liberalism, the past sentiments of Enlightenment era thinkers, whose primary focus was human potential. The socialites are success. Vanity Fair. GQ. Your condominium in the loop. The celebrity magazines to create desire, and images of an ideal Americana. The image you would soon want to buy. Reaching the upper echelon of the corporate world is more rewarding than say working in orgs. that create sound policies. The tycoons. Rockefellar, Vanderbilt, Ford. And the new ones like Rupert Murdoch.
And where did you fit in within all this? You the aforementioned individual, with the Gary School education, and with a peak at poverty, just a small peak, to review the results of the excess.
You have a couple of choices. You can compete. You won't change the game, but you can move up the board, pawn that you are, with the slight possibility that your grandson will have more money you thought imaginable, to invest, and bring what was missing during the Latin American lost years of the 1980s. You and the suit and the tie for the next fourty years.
Or you can move underground, where you won't compete. Stick to the bare minimum of essentials, and you won't let the economic, social, religious, institutional human network touch you. You can't lose if you don't play.
Extreme options. And both look sadly unhappy. And most solutions happen in the grey area anyway.
We are overeducated and the loop companies exist and do have a purpose. They provide jobs. The pay the child's tuition. They pay the car. They pay the gas. They pay the music lessons. They put food on the plate. Keep those businesses afloat and you live through the days, in the aforementioned American culture. Which is why your 20s are mess, because you hate what you do but its food on the plate.
The answers are in the grey area and we need to pick it apart.
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| Lunch Time |
[31 Mar 2008|09:26pm] |
Take a break from the back and forth movement. I take an hour break and I'm in Dunkin' Donuts. I move up the counter where the cashier smiles and asks if I'd like to try the new hash browns. She smiles a smile that says she must have asked this question 40 times that day. I say no, the coffee will do.
I sit in a corner chair and and write to take a break from daily life, where a block away people's lives are on the line. Luckily for me i have my coffee and some Norteña is playing from the speaker right above.
"El día que yo me muera..." is all I am able to decipher, as the kitchen noise drowns out the rest but it makes sense and I think back to a drunkin' Friday ago jammin out to norteñas and it made sense.
What does it really mean to help the community? Define help, serve, community service, community advancement, community development, el progreso latino, the faded murals on 18th and revolution that somehow existed in some form, but never the form generations has wished it would be. If you were to reduce it simply, the help means to fund. To bring the money. To invest. Poverty; a no. But behind that thought exists its opposite, so then that idea asks itself; is this massive pool of work just to ensure people make money? I doubt many would say that they are against a high quality education. But isn't education ultimately a type of investment? A better education to make more money. And once you're done you are free to get plugged in here, maybe there, or maybe not. Perhaps if you actually study and work in a field that is not in the usual (that's how I can put it at the moment but not how I can fully explain it to myself).
What about culture? Would you like to see mural streets with an actual plaza filled with percussionists, the 9:00 p.m poets and scruffy looking people handing out fliers to whatever scheduled event on whatever weekend A? They are not in it for the money, or I'd assume so, which may led me to think I was already wrong a paragraph ago. The work does not have to be an automatic reduction to the dollar.
A good is the direct product sold whole sale for consumption.
- i.e coffee beans
A commodity is a good that implies the intellectual investment to produce it efficiently.
- i.e ground coffee
A service is the exchange of known work in exchange for future compensation.
- i.e that cashier serving you a cup of coffee
A bullshit economy is when an American Company keeps the goods, sells you the commodities on the side, and then serves you in a very specific and tailored way.
- i.e the hipster barista serving you an overpriced tall mocha latte, with the beans in a stack in the back, the ground coffee with the logo up front on a stand just so you can pretend you're in Italy for two minutes and forget you got 15 minutes left in the clock to do the service that put you there; again, everyday, and if not; every weekend; thinking to yourself huh, never in my life did i think that....
Not Norteña
A while back in my schools days (I can't believe that phrase even exists) a friend of mine had switched out of Econ. and I asked him why. Of course the pitchers were lined up.
He said he hated it. I asked why. He said it was boring and then he told me what his prof. said. The professor said, "In order for you to make money, somebody has to lose money." He said that was messed up. I agreed. But I believe i said it in the way that I speak on those occasions: That's FUcked up man.
I can't find an alternative. Do you guys know of any? P.S You can't say socialism, communism or democratic socialism cause those are inefficient, fascist, and gullible...probably in that order. It is difficult. Welcome to America. Your grandparents never had it this good. $
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I was going to start writing some long thing about slavery the repression of thought and how it ties to work then I deleted it after I thought to myself "hmm...I've sure been 'thinking' a lot about stuff recently."
Then it hit me; I hadn't had a drink in a month. Not even my standard stout (usually Guinness) served in a frosted pint glass. Tasty.
I haven't had a cigarette in two. I haven't smoked a bowl in about four. Fuckin crazy! How do people last this long? Norms you got an answer to this?
Got to knock off some brain cells quick.
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[12 Mar 2008|10:27pm] |
I saw the Last King of Scotland some weeks back. Pretty good movie. Kid grows up in Scotland. Kid gets M.D. Kid moves to Africa to change the world on a whim. Kid faces reality. Hilarity ensues. Not really, but still good movie even if the synopsis sounds simple enough.
And I could already imagine this kid full of energy thinking he could change the world. You start small and think that you're doing such good providing the small services to people at little or no cost. I could imagine someone with that type of mentality thinking to his or her self that if they could work a little longer, it would be ok . The repercussions of staying in that extra hour has a drastic affect on some other person's life. Because of your hour.
The selflessness is good, but it does not last. The different circumstances and unintended effects create the multiple paths of multiple people. We could say Kid A wore himself out, the long hours of daily self-sacrifice has its limitations and at some point a person has to decide how much more they can do. For nothing.
Or it could be that Kid B. ended up resenting the people he was helping. Why does this person ask for more of me when I invested huge hours of my life to them? All because of a childhood hatred that has already witnessed evidence towards a formulated calm. The resentment morphs to entitlement and Kid B leaves, helping much but not necessarily changing the world.
Or maybe Kid C, after meticulous hours spent, felt the small work was just that. Every time he peered further into the self-regulated bureaucracy, Kid C realized the game was fixed and never stood chance. To each his own he would say and Kid C turned to Kid B.
That goes without saying of everyone else and their multiple offshoots. And so we can have multitudes of people and ideas working against sets of people and ideas, and never change a thing. No matter how like-minded a group is, the individual's ideas come before the herd's. If you can no longer change the world, and no longer need to (or want to) where do you go from there? I'd imagine you would return home to Scotland.
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[10 Mar 2008|11:31pm] |
I just received an apology from the government in the form of an IRS letter stating I might be eligible to receive $600. Thanks Bush. That economic stimulus money is going to stimulate at lot of action at local strip club A., slight bumps in the Pabst Blue ribbon industry, and maybe knock out $30 off many a person's credit card. I foresee the purchase of many used cars and/or down payments on Blue Ray ready high end TV's.
So basically if you're a used car salesman, its gonna be a good couple of weeks.
Anyway. $600 of your money back is still nice so spend it well.
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[10 Jan 2008|11:42pm] |
You need this. You need that. But you don't want this or that. You don't know what you want unless it becomes a necessity or a desire. Until then, many things or people come in to fill that void with a pitch.
Slogan that for the hand shakers.
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[25 Dec 2007|04:41pm] |
Scott Skiles got fired. Bulls are playing like shit.
All you need is Gorden playing the point, move Deng as the shooting guard and have Nocioni playing as small forward on the wing. Thomas and Wallace could stay in for the defense, and offensive rebounds.
Gordon learned to drive inside last year, but Hinrich still sticks around as a perimeter player (who can't shoot).
With that lineup, you can play an up-tempo game instead of the perimeter pass around game that always ends in somebody (Gordon) jacking up a shot in the last second.
So trade Hinrich. He sucks.
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Best Post Ever.
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[09 Dec 2007|11:54pm] |
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You guys should read "Blink" by Malcolm Gladwell, available where all books are sold. And everyone should give me a dollar.
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[05 Nov 2007|09:36pm] |
Animals.
This guy came in with nothing who at one point had the luxuries you think you want. Four cars, one a 1950's Ford collectible, two homes, both in the suburbs, one in Homer Glen. He had his own business, a roofing and flooring company, which had to be will to powered to front. $60,000 in the bank. Easy. No American degree needed.
Now the man is in debt, home in foreclosure, the cars gone, and he'd give it all away if he could see his kids again. A desperation on his face that is alarming, alarming because you realize he is willing to rot himself even further if it means the chance to see his kids again. Live on the street. Yes, easy. Die, I don't care, all or nothing.
Now he's insane and desperate, but that desperation humanizes him once again.
Animals that think.
Animals that talk.
Animals that are desperate.
Animals that are affectionate.
Animals that piece it all into a consciousness that creates regret. The self-grandeur of humanity that never existed and nature's equilibrium was restored.
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| General Question |
[21 Aug 2007|08:03pm] |
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What do you guys consider a neighborhood necessity? All feedback welcome.
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And the Roman emperors sat back and they thought themselves Gods sitting on their thrones thinking like Gods because they felt that everything they thought and did became reality. And it became reality because they had an army of slaves, and an army of servants, and an army of intellectuals to manage the slaves, and the Coliseum was built; the archways intact; and never forget to place the government seal and stamp. The Eagle Seal. The emperors were Gods, their infallibility was their order, and so it went for many days. But the days became months, which then became years and then decades were lost under the Roman wilderness. And the emperors looked ahead and saw that their eternity was in structure, language, institution, and culture. So they stayed in their land, then expanded to Iberia, moved out the Franks, moved out the Saxons, moved out the Mores, moved out the Jews, moved out the Egyptians, moved out the Celts, moved out the Persians, moved out humanity because they were Gods and entitled to all existence. And the Romans became Caligula, a delusion and parody, standing before an orgy of hyper pleasure, where the demi-god covered himself in Gold, named himself God, and the army of slaves, and the army of servants, and the army of intellectuals that managed the slaves, were a riot away from freedom. But they were dependant and weak, which the Roman Gods planned, as they were told to stop was to die; existence was in emperors. If the Gods died, so would the intellectuals, then the servants, then the slaves, then the structure, then the food, then the home. The Gods gave them life: gave them their culture, gave them their structure, gave them their language, gave them their lives, and they were afraid of the new wilderness. The Caligula Gods and Ceres provided a Roman wilderness but at least they knew it was life. To revolt was to die; a riot away from freedom and death - one in the same - and at least the Roman wilderness provided a path to existence and life. But the Emperor Gods were gluttons, and they ate too much land, the structure was weak, the culture had changed, the languages had multiplied, the institutions were crumbling, and the herds caught the scent and would steal what was left. The infallible Gods were exposed, the delusion and parody, and human panic set in, as they had never been weak, and the new herds came back, and they looked like the old and the emperors fled. And they recycled the story and many emperors passed and they were all infallible and they are now dead. New emperors come and go but what never changed, was that a reality was built. And it became a reality because they had an army of slaves, and an army of servants, and an army of intellectuals to manage the slaves, and the skyscraper was built; the highways intact, and never forget to place the government seal and stamp The Eagle Seal…
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| Abridged version of a very long write |
[19 Aug 2007|11:48pm] |
I'm convinced that every now and then I'm completely insane. And i'm only insane because there is this thing that dictates my life and inevitably effects the lives of others by no choice of mine. By no choice of mine. By no choice of mine do we let 31% of military spending exist and by no choice of mine do we let 7% of that 31 go specifically to Iraq and Afghanistan where we go and ----------- and the war torn Central America continues and it is cycled in the Middle East and I sit back and eat my Cocoa puffs and go to work and take my dog for a walk.
Take your paycheck. Take the federal wages on that paycheck. Divide by 31%. Or divide by 7% if you want to the raw Middle East bomb fest. That's how much you contribute by no choice of you. Let's say you you work a 9 hour day. 24 hours in the day. You sleep 6. You have 9 left. Subtract the hour you spend eating. 8. Subtract the hour you spend cooking. 7. Subtract the hour you spent showering and getting ready for the day. 6. Subtract the hour you spend commuting. 5. Subtract the hour you spend coming back.
4.
4 hours to undo that Middle East bomb fest and 4 hours to live as you live if nothing existed. 4 hours of freedom from this world and it blows apart/
And the Roman god Ceres stands atop of the Chicago Board of Trade building looking down below and seeing that the only thing that has changed is the emperors.
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| Chingada Madre |
[31 Jul 2007|10:33pm] |
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Say it. Just say it. CHINGADA MADRE. Feels good don't it? Its almost as good as saying watcha after every other sentence (thanks a lot George Lopez).
But really what the hell is wrong with me? I'm not lazy. At all. I can do getting up in the morn. and putting up those extra hours when need be....but what the hell is wrong with me? I can't go one month without thinking, "hmm...I could really use quitting this job right about now. Next...." No long-term commitment says I. As soon as I start working, I immediately size up on what I don't like about a particular profession and why my boss shouldn't be my boss....and why I have to bother working my way to top or pay my dues (or so the expressions go). Can't I just be filthy rich now?
By the way the preceding paragraphs make me VERY ungrateful and I am well aware of this.
"Dear God,
Please make me filthy fucking rich. I now that's not how it works in the literal sense and in all actuality you're probably the life metaphor of mushroom tripping cavemen from the years BC, but please I need this cash now. Somehow I stumbled on this fragment of existence, and the product of humanitary evolution, that pits me (and my every desire) to follow through on a hegemonic relationship with other people where I have to abide by and perform various tasks I never really wanted to...but I have to by necessity. People call this "WORK" God. Its our equivalent to your Satan....um I'm sorry you wouldn't understand. Or maybe you do....wait a second...you are all knowing...which means you understand what is happening...which means this is kinda like hell! It makes perfect sense...how else do you explain car insurance and real estate managers? This is purgatory....but definately not the 7th layer of hell. Nevermind God, I retract this whole statement but you still owe me a million dollars or else I'll stab my way to it."
Your greatest creation,
Alex Linares
(formally a cesspool of cells boiling at 1000 degrees farenheit)
Anyway here is run down of jobs I had so far and the plus and minuses of each if you ever plan on working in those particular fields. That's community organizing, teaching, youth work, and paralegal work for the record.
Community Organizer (as experienced through ACORN; Association of Communities Organized for Reform Now)
So you just graduated, wide-eyed and optimistic with your should strap back pack and you're still young enough to wear Chuck Taylor's to work. What do you do? You become a Community Organizer for non-profit, left of center, progressive politics! What does it actually mean? It means your dumbass is on the street collecting signatures for Legislation you haven't written (or ever will) working overtime for comp time you'll never use because vacation time doesn't kick in a year after you started. You'll quit by then. This job is a nice little "welcome to the beauracracy primer." I like the expression my old boss coined, "They jack you for your passion." These suckers know you're a sucker and are perfectly willing to run on a shitty schedule. You do want to initiate change don't you??? I was working 11:30 to 9:30, which meant my work was my life and that is a nightmare scenario.
The thing about this job is that you're doomed to fail from the outset. Give people long stretches of unsupervised time, a shitty schedule, and pretty dumb tasks and guess what? They're going to slack off hardcore. You see other people work half as hard as you do for the same check...what 's gonna happen? That passion is gonna die. Are you given a chance to use your creativity? Depends, this job has a flexibility to do so...but when your co-workers are sitting back eating Church's Chicken for three hours...are you really compelled to do so? Furthermore, like I said, you're doomed to fail from the outset. This city is beautiful when it comes to its disorganized politics.
The aldermen. I had the absolute pleasure of watching these guys in action. An aldermen isn't a joke job. You don't expect too much from city workers, but aldermen?? As far as every day necessity goes, these guys have the opportunity to do a lot directly in your back yard, but these people are genuine idiots. It kills me to think these people are running the city. No wonder. Nevermind that taxes are crazy here (city stickers??), nevermind that the El is fucked (no late service on the pink and blue for L.V?), nevermind that Cermak is still dirty as fuck (limpien cabrones), nevermind that 12th ward has no High School, nevermind that you have to live at least west of Pulaski to enter Little Village High School, nevemind that abandoned factories are missed opportunities for development, nevermind that the two main parks are immediately South and immediately West of LV (nothing in the actual center??), nevermind the the one plaza here has not been expanded, nevermind that there is no affordable health care if you're actually married, actually working, and actually trying to pay for your kids, and nevermind that there is no affordable day care centers in an area where the population is really young. How do you institute this change? Any why the fuck are your co-workers stil eating fuckin chicken at Churches while on the clock? Fuck, this I quit. And you're done son.
And I'm done writing for now.
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[25 Jul 2007|10:22pm] |
Really. Stop. Put the knife down. Shut off that Joy Division cd. It'll make everything even worse. 1st of all, you're dead. Yes, that is bad. 2nd of all, it makes everyyyything worse.
You can't afford to kill yourself.
Dying is a priviledge. $1,200 for a decent funeral. You want to die in Mexico with your grandfathers and grandmothers? $3,000. Of course you're dead, but your debts aren't. That credit report has god-like eternity. Expect a family member to receive something along the lines of "We are sorry for your loss, however, _________ has x amount of debt owed to______ which you are now entrusted to....."
Got kids? Better have life insurance. No life insurance, couldn't afford it, living check to check? You just sentenced them to a pretty bad fuckin deal. Bye college.
This guy came into the office with his divorce, child support, mortgage payments, car payments, student debt (which hasn't transitioned into full-time work because of his English skills), ahem legal debt, all being run on three credit cards that are going to fuck him up even better than the preceding. His words;
"Eso es lo bonito de este pais...ganas un poco de dinero y te endrogas."
Just don't kill yourself.
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