I've been introspective and it's fucking with my steez. And every time I get this way I betray the attentions of people who come around Cobb for the political freakshow. And so I'm ready to say that the move needs to be made.
I've been waking up with poetry on my mind and dreaming in stanzas.
And I know I have the books to write.
And I'm getting tired of jacking busters in Liberty City.
Because I opened my mind up to the galaxy, and the military history of the fictional future when species collide after light years of travel with belligerent intent.
So I'm preparing myself for the cold detachment of the all-about-me. And I'm putting my professorial tricorder in my back pocket for the moment to shout some shit from the inner core. I got three outstanding children and an extraordinary woman who looks excellent in colonial attire. I married her an organic preparing for a little life on the prairie and she has cooked me into a 36 waist. So I go ho ho ho and need no urban bullshit. I'm self-contained and what I don't know or care about, the saplings have got covered in theory if not practice. And still they lead their tribes out here in the inflated paradise, keeping it as real as it ever needs to be, and they get that from me. We are family all us we. Call me DFC for the devastating fam control, handling my business makes me egofied, and so at the Sprite's request we are designing up a new family crest.
It only takes a minute, girl, to fall in love. But it takes a lifetime of wariness to stay ahead of the tax man. But Fannie Mae said yesterday that 3% down is OK in their books. So perhaps it's time to take advantage. This summer or next we have to be where we're going to be. I hate debt so much that I'd rather squat in renterville but I have to play the game that is the destiny of my class. I just forgot that I have thirty shelves of literature and O'Reilly. Where is my Suze Orman? Duh. I haven't been reading Econ since Sowell in the 80s. That non-fiction has been too long on the wrong end of the indifference curve. Time to fix that, quick fast and in a hurry. I can't recall the last time I used ETrade, but I remember being a thousandaire. Today I'm not beneath it. No more trips to Legoland. It's time for five minds on the bottom line. Reduce your needs to zero.
I'm confident with my skillset. And I'm thinking Post-Cobb. I'm kind of done with the (political) Negro Problem as my personal business, and I recognize the necessity to get the past five years into book form which will occupy me over the next one or two. It will be a compilation of all this Cobbage: Working Title: Keeping it Right. I can't decide how heavily or lightly to write it. Or maybe I call it The Special Markets Group.(heh).
The Unit and I are working on shedding some pounds and garage junk. All a part of the Boydian calculation of reducing needs to zero. I'm fascinated by what conservatism has done to my interpretation of the need to be organic, and I think that's the personal revelation, which puts me somewhere Whoopi Goldberg has already been: incognegro. She mentioned the comfort of returning to America and NYC in particular where she could blend into the blackground. Now the middle class is that for me, instead of a vast flyover country of mediocrity whom I always saw as part of the problem or part of the solution. Now, without an activist agenda, they're just human beings. So long as they salute the flag, I'm happy with 'em. I'm fully American nationalist, and it's nice and comfortable.
We hung out in Arcadia yesterday at the huge mall next to the horse track and talked about eight cities from which we ought to consider our base of operations for the next seven years. Interestingly enough, Baltimore came out high on the list. We'll see.
The upper middle class has been a interesting fate, but at the current moment, I am losing interest in its proclivities. Which is to say, as a state of being, its appeal is marginal, it's distinctions marginal. It's the difference between a three bedroom house in 1100 squares and a five bedroom house in 2500 squares. So I'm asking myself how much time do I actually spend at home? It's the difference between a fully funded and functional Boy Scout Troop and none whatsoever. So I'm asking myself what gets done with or without one?
There's an extraordinary passage from Michael Yon's book, Moment of Truth in Iraq in which he tells the story of the Iraqi sheiks who doubt the character of American soldiers who tell them that the power can be turned back on. The Iraqis think that it is because Americans are rich that they have a naive can-do attitude. But Yon and the Americans understand that it is because the Americans have the can-do attitude that they are rich. Coming as I do from relative poverty as compared to the Upper Middle, I think I shared with many the skepticism of American character. There is a kind of proof everybody requires of America which is actually in human nature and not America itself. Faith in character begets faith in character, but sometimes you just have to see it in operation and feel around for the trapdoors and wires, smoke & mirrors. It's only when you find none that you start to believe that it is faith in character. When you live in the part of America that works, it becomes obvious, that is if you are actually looking for proof and not escape.
I watched Nancy Drew the awful movie yesterday. But BD (ex-Scholar) was peeved that I thought it was phony. She sees the value of the implausible Nancy Drew against the vapidity of her implausibly clueless & trendy friends, she buys the faith in character.
I'm thinking more and more these days of what I might be doing wrong in the larger arc of ambition. I have long realized that money exposes people. You know, beware what you wish for and all that, knowing that people get the money genie granted. What do they become? American money is a Krell Machine. Beware of monsters from the id. I'm paying attention to the casualties of wealth. The wise man prepares for wealth and for poverty. The trick is to reduce the needs to zero knowing what you know to be true, dropping the amount of gear and baggage to the minimum. I've got a lot of work to do because I'm a gearhead. I love driving fast cars. I love being a DJ instead of a musician, turning knobs instead of training fingers. I'm leveraged in society...
We got a piano a couple weeks ago. My daughters play by ear. I think that's where we've been going wrong. It's all about reading the music.
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