The clouds look hyperreal today. I am on Northern Boulevard going to Michaels the craft store. After finally digging up the rubber stamp set and spending a good couple of hours setting it up I find I don’t really like it that much, and I’m going to see if there is anything more clever at a craft store.
An old friend did something nice, unexpected, he took an old recording of me playing Philip Glass and built a slideshow of his fractal art around it. It looks really nice, and I said as much to him, my only comment would be that the images went by kind of fast. It was nice to be missed on Facebook. He is only the second or third person to have noticed, other than the people that I told directly about having deactivating.
Other than that it has been a day of bitter frustration, haha, as nothing works. Try to scan a document, that didn’t work and I have no idea why. Took a survey with the promise of a license for one year to use a fancy PDF software, but the installer failed. I tried to get the foldable Bluetooth keyboard that I used to use with this phone to work again but that failed and with no explanation. I spend and exhaust so much of my time and energy begging for things to work. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, my death will come from software that doesn’t fucking work. Death by BSOD.
Michaels had clever stamps but not what I was looking for. Staples has the exact same set I have plus other versions, all at about triple the price I paid for them on Amazon. I had a weird encounter at another Staples yesterday. This woman was sorting items on the shelves and moving stuff around and organizing, she was so busy that I naturally assumed she worked there. So I asked her where the rubber stamps were and she said sorry I don’t work here. And I just kind of laughed and said well okay sorry I saw you moving stuff around. & I thought about it later and how strange that was. Do people just go to retail stores and act like they work there to preserve their sanity or something?
It is only when I step into a Best Buy store that I remember I am supposed to be in a video that accompanies something called the Yoga home device or something like that. I don’t remember the name of it now. It is strange to think that my living image is moving around on screens all over the country, as well as in Brooklyn, where that Payphone documentary I did last year is playing on Sundays during October and maybe beyond.
I guess that is one of the more bizarre realities that would be unique to a small segment of the human race. Big name movie stars, presidents, and I don’t know who else but their likeness is being seen by somebody somewhere continuously, that the second passes in which Paul Newman for instance is not moving on somebody’s television or movie screen.
Now that I think of it again maybe the woman at Staples was actually an anarchist. Maybe she was not actually organizing things but disorganizing them. She was being pretty conspicuous about it but maybe she works for one of the companies that sells its stuff through Staples and maybe she was putting her stuff where the competitors stuff was supposed to be. It seems a little too obvious for that, but what the hell else was she doing there?
