{"id":2048,"date":"2011-12-20T20:44:13","date_gmt":"2011-12-21T00:44:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=2048"},"modified":"2011-12-20T20:44:13","modified_gmt":"2011-12-21T00:44:13","slug":"delivery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2011\/12\/20\/delivery.html","title":{"rendered":"delivery"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t\t\t\ttv is now set for wednesday delivery, 12\/28. bigass tv. 70 fucking inches. it shall function as a computer monitor for part time, meaning i can write it off for a portion of the cost. am i ready for that monstrous quantity of glow. allegedly it only costs $22\/year to run the thing. i don&#8217;t know what level of usage that assumes, but i plan to leave the TV on most of the time, with a picture-in-picture thingy for the computer.<\/p>\n<p>God, my dreams have been wild of late. i can&#8217;t even describe or characterize them, the stream of consciousness raucousness is beyond what i thought my mind was even capable of. and it&#8217;s not really my mind, is it? the longest stretch of continuity last night involved my presence at a summer music festival, where i skipped almost all my rehearsals and performances. all the teachers and other musicians openly expressed their disdain for me. i felt something slipping away during this dream, something of the future, which was supposed to be fortified by my activities at this music festival. this festival was na invitation-only thing, but i treated it like something out of Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Well, not that rowdy, but sufficiently irresponsible that the time at this festival would damage my reputation. and i thought it was great, this sense of reprieve from my seemingly illustrious future.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p>i typed out a poem today, for reading into a payphone, for eventual use on my web site. i listened back to some of the stuff i put down the last few months, and while the quality of the content varies (mostly lurching into self-absorbed mediocrity) i am all the way in love with the sound. the rugged, monochrome sound of the landline, and the unpredictable sound world that surrounds a public payphone.<\/p>\n<p>i explained this project to a friend the other night. he is CEO at a company you have probably heard of, but he does not think like a corporate CEO. he did not even need for me to explain the details of the project, about the sound world. he filled it all in himself, saying &#8220;that would be cool because of all the peripheral sounds you&#8217;d hear while you&#8217;re talking.&#8221; nad other such things. that&#8217;s not corporate CEO thinking.   as i explained to him, i sinmply don&#8217;t belong in corporate because i am a creative person. there i no flattery (hah, almost said &#8220;fattery&#8221;) in dubbing oneself creative. in most contexts, corporate as well as interpersonal, being creative makes you a pain in the ass. my freind, as if to prove this point, described a former employee at his company who had these crazy habits of re-arranging or altogether removing furniture in conference rooms, forcing attendees to stand during meetings. this was someone&#8217;s idea of creative thinking, or something like it, but it mostly annoyed the shit out of people. i would never imagine doing something that obnoxious, but still, the actions of that now-fired employee are creative in nature, and i think that explains a lot about why he was so reviled. it&#8217;s corporate. if someone is thinking outside of the box then there must be something wrong with the box. most of the time when it comes to corporate the box is just fine, thank you very much, don&#8217;t bother me with your innovative thinking.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p>i saw something slightly unnerving a little while ago. at the ATM i noticed a long line of people waiting to use the 2 ATMs at this one location. i quickly realized that someone using the 2nd ATM was troubled somehow, or confused. twice  i noticed that the screen said &#8220;YOU HAVE INSUFFICIENT FUNDS TO COMPLETE THIS TRANSACTION.&#8221; 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