1981

— Jah Know 2 (@jahknow.bsky.social) 2024-11-12T16:50:09.431Z

I was born in 1962, I am 62 and I am 6’2”
I play guitar moderately well. I have not played with anyone in ages and I think I am too rusty to do such a thing nowadays. The guitar is nearby but I have not touched it in weeks. I should since I generally feel somewhat better once I do, if only for a few minutes.

I write, a few times a week with a minimum of 500 words. Whether or not it is good or bad is up to the readers who are unknown as well as few and far between.

I take nice photographs sometimes. I’ve been told that I have ‘eyes’ which is what Jack Kerouac wrote in his preface to the Robert Frank collection called ‘The Americans’. I fantasize about having an exhibition somewhere but the fantasy stays in my head and goes nowhere.

I used to post my photos on the social medias where they would occasionally get a thumbs-up, but I haven’t done that much lately. Sort of like how I write things for this here blog but I don’t tell anyone about it. Bill, Rand & Lisa know and I think that’s about it. My stalwart readers are in the dark.

I have a collection of photos, some from construction sites where it seems I saw beauty where no one else had. Lately, I have been photographing things left outside of buildings on the sidewalk of items that people are giving away or throwing away.

How can I monetize these paltry talents I claim to have? I never made much money when I was busking but then again it was just practice outdoors. Sure the guitar case would be open but I don’t think I ever came home with more than $5.00 which was $5.00 more than I had at the beginning of the day. And I was fine with that.

Today I photographed a leaf that was an indirect homage to Peter Saville who designed the covers for Factory Records like Joy Division and particularly New Order, hence the leaf.

With my employment status and the election, I feel like I am in a dream I can’t wake up from.

Regarding the employment status, in the texting between Daisy and myself the past few days she mentioned that Chono Atto. Chono is from the other side of the world, an emigre like Joselita Semen, Ishmael, and Godfrey.

Chono stated that they were afraid of me so they never had to work with me again despite there was never any reason to be afraid of me. It seems that Chono is a big fat liar.

On Monday they announced their spouse’s grandparent passed away. I had used that canard years ago. My grandparents had died decades before and if I needed time off from work, then it was time for a grandparent to die again.

Technically it was not a lie. It’s an effective lie since people would invariably relate with a dead grandparent and a sympathetic largesse was soon to appear.

And Chono is the recipient of such largesse, transforming a 2 and half day work week into 5 days off, with pay. When I first met Chono they asked me if I knew of an apartment that was available in NYC. I asked how much they were paying and they said $6000.

That seemed outrageous and in hindsight, it was probably another lie. Chono lies and they certainly get over each and every time. They got over on me with that whopper. But ultimately Chono is just a piece of excrement that must be scrapped off my shoes.

The law office isn’t going to call me back and say it was an awful mistake they made by letting me. Brianna Calamari, the thing that was hurt when I responded incredulously to an intraoffice text with ‘Really’, Raoul’s offspring lying about me bad mouthing the company in front of a client, they can all go to hell.

I don’t think I will ever see them again and if I do I am not sure I could hold my tongue. I think the tongue that these so called people are afraid of, will slice them into slivers of offal.

This is what could be the first of a series of random things that I post as notes on my phone but never made it to post, or just a continuation of things I did post or just me with an axe to grind.