[Toot!] Index: 1.2
Communism Bit: On
Location: Job, of course
I think I figured out what I want to waste money on, pretending it is a business adventure. I'm being a bit hypocritical ("with the criticism of a hippo"?) in this business, by the way. Even having a business alone means I'm ready to fuck someone up for my own personal (even selfish) benefit. I dunno, being a Communist in a Capitalist society has its problems. I'll move to DPRK and go away from all this temptation, this land of shameless economic khufr.
And here is a post from good ol' Degstar from back then, kind of pertinent to my current state.
Someone once spat a number of aphorisms at me, and he didn't know I'd remember them. He was old, I was younger. He was about to die, and his speeches those days, as though he was aware of the impending end, were one aphorism after another.
I want to write them down as one quote, but remember that they were never this jointed. They were shot off one-by-one, in real life. And then I'll tell you why I note them now.
Don't do anything for society. Society doesn't care for you—people will be laughing heartily before your body is cold—yet you sacrifice a lot for society. The problem with following society norms is that you end up living by rules you didn't make; they are impersonal to you and your loyalty to them.It was my grandpa, the self-same dude who would tell me to drag a smoke off his pipe, when nobody was watching. I remember him now, because I referred to him three posts back. The image of him saying Ecclesiastes 8, 9 right out of memory, smoke rising out of his beard (and he'd verbally underline chapter nine, verse ten), is rather strong. I don't know where it came back from. He said Solomon was his favourite philosopher.
I know of a woman on that side of the road who won't leave her violent, unfaithful husband, because society expects her to stay in that gaol. I know of a man on that same side of the road who can't marry, because this same society would rise up in fury about his choice. So these two are making mortal sacrifices for you—you are enough to represent this society—and yet you don't even know about them.
You know, if you counted the number of people who make these empty sacrifices everyday, and nail their happiness against the tree of society, you will be sad. But not nearly as sad as they will be, when they realise this for themselves. Realising this is what marks the change from young and stupid to old and wise.
I notice I still make many sacrifices for society (and no other reason). I wonder when the fuck I'll stop ...
I should show you the environment I rig up to be able to write this rubbish in serene peace.
I set up my system so that I have an editor in the middle of the screen, and nothing on the sides. I got this trick from seeing the Writeroom editor. It is good if you are into writing, and you don't want distractions while at it. If you use a Mac, get it and try it. Anyway, so I don't use a Mac at work. I use Debian. There is DarkRoom for Windows, and JDarkRoom for the rest of us. I got JDarkRoom, and I couldn't get it to run. So I rigged up what I have in the screenshot, and it comes close to the effect. It blocks out the rest of the world, and it's only me and my text. Plain text.
There is a ghostly-feint picture, in the background, of Bob Marley pulling a prophetic pose, and nothing else. (Click through for bigger image.)
It saves me from addictive distractions like The Cutest Thing, when I want to rant.