jimmiwin's Xanga

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 16:13:40 GMT

The dow dropped how many points ...and I still have only 10 bucks in my pocket. Sure I'm a broke mofo, and you'll maybe say "yea sure sour grapes" but I'm beginning to value money less. Maybe I've listened to John Lennon's "imagine" too my times but what if there was not money? How much would you be worth then? And what would you do to make yourself worth more? How much would you care about your goods? Your designers sunglasses? Would people be judged by ability? Who would take the place of those on the Forbes 500?

I have no answers, just what if scenarios. I have't studied Marx or whoever, just wonder. I just look at some of the news and think it's one big societal excercise in masturbation.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 03:36:50 GMT

Ohmy god. I just realized that I'm not "X" years old. I'm actually "X-1" years old. Awesome! All this year I thought I was older than I really am. I rule. My birthday is in December. It'll be like I'm that age for another year. I immortal!

Not that age matters. I've blogged about it before. Does it really matter how many times we've gone around the sun:? No. It matters what you do durring that trip around,...sucka.

Coincidence that I read this blog today? I think not.

No seriously. I feel so young right now.

I'll poke your eye out.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 05:15:02 GMT

So. Quick little story about leaving LA this past weekend. Goldfrapp finished up around 1030ish. We all walk to the car parked in some lot in dowtown LA. We are approached by two beggars and they say, "No! Instead of asking you for money, how 'bout this..." And they fucking broke out in some R&B a capella. I was impressed, but wasn't down for giving money at the moment. We walked faster, almost jogging away. And they kept on going, follwoing us! It was funny to see these two beggars chasing us while singing. Quite well I might add.

So we are on the freeway headed back to vegas by 11pm. I figured our eta into vegas was gonna be about 330ish. Can do gumshoe...with a couple red bulls. On the freeway we spy a chevron to hit the pisser and get red bulls. Cool, it looks well lit, big and the restroom is inside instead of those cleanser neglected outside restrooms tagged up with sharpies and shit. The doors to it are locked. wtf? Where's the dude? Maybe he's takin a piss. Ok, here he comes.

He gets behind the counter and announces to the couple parties waiting that they have to use this drawer at the window for all transactions. The convenience store is closed. Most inconvenient. I gotta piss. The other party waiting jumps to this metal drawer and puts in money for him to take for gas. When she leaves, me and my boy (AA) step up and jump on him complaining about not being able to go inside, needing the restroom, etc. I "may" have been a pinch obnoxious. AA "may" have been as well. I'm not sure, it depends on your interpretation.

"I'll just have to get what you want, just tell me what you want"
"Can I get 2 red bulls?" I say. He steps back ready to go pick those up.
"...and a frappucino," AA says. The clerk turns back around to hear his request, then starts back.
"...and marlboro reds." The clerk steps back to us again. "Is that it?!"

The clerk retrieve our goods. AA's got his debit card out. The clerk opens the metal drawer toward us. I spy a 20 dollar bill still in the drawer. The clerk closes the drawer to retrieve the debit card. "What's the 20 for?" the clerk asks, actually with attitude I might add.

"It's mine, yea sorry, I didn't know he was going to pay with his card." (I'd like to thank the Academy) AA bites his lip. The clerk turns to the register and rings the stuff up. The drawer opens I grab the bag of goodies and nonchalantly pick the 20 up, and head to the car.

"Go go go. I just stole 20 dollars we'll find somewhere else to piss." "Wtf?!" says the gf. AA gets back to the car too, "yea, we gotta go."

I hand the 20 to AA, "Here's for the red bulls n stuff"
"Cool" he says, and then hands to gf, "here's gas money."

I wonder if his drawere was exactly 20 dollars short. We figure he didn't grab all the loot from the chick payin for gas right ahead of us. If he was exactly 20 short I wonder if he had that moment of realization as remembered. That sigh and drop of the shoulders while sayin' "aw...fuck."

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 16:16:55 GMT

I love my treo. And when I'm on a road trip I use googlemaps for directions and whatnot. This last trip to LA was no different. I used it to head straight from vegas to hennessey and ingalls in santa monica, to getting to the avalon on hollywood and vine, to findng the royal pagoda motel in chinatown. Great deal and location by the way. So one of the tasks I order my googlemaps on my pda to perform is directions from LAX to little tokyo.

Apparently either my pda or googlemaps has a sense of humor. The directions start off ok. Take this highway, switch over to that highway...fine. Okay take this exit. The exit looks like a dead end. Where the fuck is this thing (my pda) taking us?! It says turn here? This place doesn't seem safe. But we follow. For those of you in LA my directions were to exit the 10 and head north on central til we got to E. 2nd. But the directions told us to exit near the garment district and zig zag a sec before getting to central. Under the freeway, behing a couple warehouses...okay turn right on E 14th place.

Low and behold we turn onto 14th and in the middle of the road, on this tiny strip of a road that's only about a block long. We see black dude with cell phone in hand next to a janky shopping cart in the middle of the road leaning in the window of a stopped suburban suv with with a white dude behind the wheel. At the same time, we notice sneakers hanging from phone lines (common sign that drugs are sold closeby).

Now I'm not jumping to conclusions...but I don't think they were talking about college football scores.

"Where the fuck is your phone taking us?!!"

"Hey my phone just said 'run for you life'!"

Those fuckers at google. Of course I just put in the addresses to check my travel route during this post and it's giving my enitrely different directions. But I'm sure it's becuase the drug dealers aren't working right now.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Fri, 19 Sep 2008 22:12:19 GMT

"From each according to ability, from each according to need."

The first time I heard this quote was high school. It was probably during chapel period actually where the headmaster would lecture about whatever ethics and values us youngins would need to hear.

Later I would come to find it was a slogan for Karl Marx. Holy shit, I'm a marxist?!

So during an election year you can't avoid talking about politics. What I struggle with is defining what obligations government is responsible for and what level of government. Fed, state, local etc.

My beliefs? I don't ask for handouts from the government and in return I ask to not be bothered or imposed upon. I expect equal opportunity but that's about it. But on a personal level I do believe in marxism when it comes to friends and family. If I got, I'll give. If I'm out to dinner I'll spring for the meal with a friend that's broke no obligations required. What's funny is that I see someone who's very into being "fair" itemizing usage up and down with their friends accounting an inventory of all actions of give and take.

Then that same person will critisize the lack of social services by the community and govenerment. Am I wrong to think that social welfare should trickle up? Whereas most people I come across think it should trickle down. I guess it's perspective. I guess it's defining who should be the active one giving. I would like to hope that my perspective is because I'm focusing on what I can give instead of think about what the government can give.

Yeah, I'll give it to you.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 16:15:00 GMT

I'm the busiest unemployed mofo you know. In fact, I'm prolly busier than you with your dialed in to the consumerist machine job. I jest, i don't think less of you cuz you're a corporate monkey. And if I did, hey so what right? do you care that someone you don't really know is judging you? You shouldn't. Unless it's me. And I am. So you're stuck. What a world.

Let's see. In (dis)honer of chebm's post I think I'll just give you guys an update on what I'm doing.

Actaully, what I haven't done is secured a place in LA to crash this saturday night. Here we come Mr. Super 8. I hope I wake up to the sounds of some la vagrant cursing himself out right outside the motel window again. I love that shit.

I still have a ton of yoga pics to edit. I took some people out to red rock canyon for yoga poses with the red rock background. I've edited the ones that paid, but not the ones of the instructors.

I checked in with my independant study prof yesterday. I showed him my work in progress, he told me the one part that he liked and how the rest was shit, then talked about absinthe.

You know what's awesome? Open source. No not "open sores". Ok so I haven't used gimp, but openoffice I have. And for what I do, it rocks. And now, with this yoga clothing startup oscommerce rules. Now all I need is "openmentor" someone that will teach me all that I need to learn for free. I swear fumbling around configuring an ecommerce site, while not versed in php or html for that matter makes for a long time to figure out the simplest thing. My learning curve is steep right now.

Just to keep this post all over the place and boring at the same time, lemme change the subject. I'm really diggin Damien Hirst lately. I like his level of education as he references past artists as Francis Bacon and Jean Dubuffet. I like his level of communication and messages he conveys thru his concept art. His shit's insane I mean, the platinum skull? And now the golden calf. Pardon the pun but holy cash cow.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 16:12:30 GMT

jimmiwin of FB. Join, be a fan, be my muse.

I found out the whole celeb, public pages thing on FB.

This is a great moment for you to become a charter member. This is the opportunity for you to be a charter fan coming in the ground level. Such an amazing opportunity that can't be missed. Don't skip out on the potential of such opportunities as: creating discussion threads about jimmiwin, posting to the wall on the jimmiwin fan page, uploading celebrity sighiting pics of jimmiiwn from your cell phone. Plus so much more!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 18:20:42 GMT

Can't explain why, but I'm actin' hella stupid lately. Nothing way out of the ordinary, but just bein' immature with my daily actions. I think it's because I'm in the middle of doing too much and doing too little...mainly doing too little.

I have these opportunites before me and I'm takin' advantage of them. Like I'm expecting them to be there and not really seizing them. I think it's time to watch Fight Club again.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 15:53:13 GMT

I feel like I've been slackin on music. The last music I got was MGMT (fyi they are not referred as "management"). Anyway, old brick of an ipod is 60 gigs. And it's full. This has been hindering my growth. For I refuse to mange my songs manually.

Bands I am looking to look into: My Morning Jacket (they cancelled their vegas show) , and Editors

In part retaliation to this muscial stymie I've been setting myself up for some upcoming concerts.

In LA
Miss Kittin
Goldfrapp

In LV
Santogold
The Faint

In SF
DJ Cheb i Sabbah

Time to start makin' some scratch to afford all this.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 08:14:14 GMT

Fucking multi-level marketing. It's so repulsive. I want someone to actually explain to me why they are good. If there is a list of "what's wrong with america" that would have to be on it.

"It's a ground breaking opportunity for you to make money!!!"

Ew. At what expense? Creating a feeding frenzy with nothing to feed on except enticing others to feed. I witnessed a presentation today. Some great, amazing product that will change your life, and they would rather use multi-level...excuse me "network marketing" to promote it instead of the retail model. "It's just not what this product is about." Oooookay.

Maybe I'm looking at this all wrong. Maybe I need to start a multi-level marketing scheme, create and feed more into the consumerist model.

On a tangent, I went to MAGIC a few weeks ago. It's a pretty big clothing convention here in vegas twice a year. Anyway, I'm lookin for manufacturers because of the yoga clothing line I'm involved in. But you get to walk around the whole convention obviously. There are different sections. Manufacturers, textiles, wholesalers, designers and retailers. All the retailers have these opulent "booths". I think Baby Phat or whatever or something similar had some blinged out two story set up. Two fucking stories set up in the convention room.

All these machines creating this need convincing you that they got what you need to cure your lack of self esteem.

Meanwhile, over in the manufacturers and textiles section, quiet modest booths with portfolios of what they produce. "Yes we can MAKE that for you." My fear is that america makes nothing anymore. There were literally 3 or 4 US manufacturers out of hundreds at the convention. China prolly had 80% if not more of those booths. I'm tellin ya. It was scary. All these trendy folks runnin' around actin' all the shit cuz they got the next trucker hat.

Bless those countries that step up and decide to make something tangible where we think we are too good to do something so menial. Seriously. I'm not a "Buy American" guy. I'm for the best product at the best price. I'm just saying america ain't doin' that right now, and it's gonna bite us in the ass.

Instead we think of get rich quick schemes like multilevel marketing where we only need 3 guys beneath you to potentially be a "7 star executive" that'll make you tens of thousands each month!

Wake up.