For one client, I’ve advised Pat Sajak that he should dress up like a potato. This will work.

In the compendium of things that influence me, I draw an inordinate amount of inspiration from teh Internet. Naturally, I have an uncomfortable amount of love for Everything is Terrible. Found VHS videos, edited to fuck with your head. This Saturday, I’ll be joining a sold out theater in Mid-City West to watch an EIT show, who have partnered alongside the also very funny folk of Videogum.

And you know what? I’m chalking it up as research and hoping that there’s some Duane.

I’m going to post here again.

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. I thought about deleting Readymades before, but I come back to the posts occasionally and share them with friends. It’s largely been that kind of place where I can just save things… so it’s going to be just that. So, if you’re still subscribed, it’ll be quite different than before.

If you’re interested in seeing some of my writing in the meantime, here’s a blog a friend and I wrote together as we spent a few weeks traveling Thailand.

Shawn & Angela’s Technicolor Adventure

Is it so wrong that I love it?

Someone just yelled across the room right now on her way out of the door.

“Are the crop sweaters selling enough that we should make more?”

Silence for a good five seconds.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay!”

And that’s how things are done in a vertically integrated environment in the U.S. No Chinese translator necessary.

I don’t know if I’ve quite reach that point of his self-actualization, but I’ve got the feeling that I’ve got to be damn near close. Discussing it with someone that I consider a mentor of sorts recently, we got onto the point of transience after the pinnacle of the hierarchy of needs is reached.

I’ve written in the past how I often turn into a blubbering mess when I never was before. I’ve become an advocate for those with less opportunity than me, in terms of immigration. High taxes and welfare socialism still irk me, sure, but compassion, understanding and communication are now my central motivation. Self-actualization shouldn’t be the final step; it’s just natural to feel the need to want to do more, be a part of something greater than yourself, after you have found your convictions. So when I spied the impassioned speech of the AFL-CIO’s Secretary Treasurer Richard Trumka, it was more than his evocative delivery that delivered.

This presidential election—and my own personal struggle with connecting with people that I meet every single day—stems from this irrationality that Trumka is talking about. My obsession with this election stems from my passionate stand against this: the complete and utter disregard for the appropriate valuation of intelligence and logic from large swaths of the American population. Confidence and faith are solid stepping stones for a strong, personal character, but they cannot be the building blocks for cooperation or community. They cannot be proven wrong, they never “blink” and they polarize too readily.

And that’s where my transient campaign lies. It often leads to defensive exchanges, but I feel like I am doing a disservice to friends and family if I hear excuses for evading self-reflection and common sense. Beyond self, I would hope that those around me would feel responsible to hold me accountable for my convictions. Motivations are personal and true, but, if you truly care for someone, I implore you to set the bar high and question their reasons when they seem flimsy. Help them find their Fight Club Moment. Hold people accountable for consistent understanding without hyprocisy.

Trumka isn’t just talking about racism. He’s attacking the tenets of a culture that knows no political party or religion. He’s not only preaching tolerance of ethnicity, but also promoting the deconstruction of an attitude rooted in irrationality. For the first time ever, I take my vote seriously, and it isn’t because of flag-waving “Vote or Die” pseudo-patriotism. It’s because of a personal responsibility, one that is important to me, to promote the virtues of knowledge and rationality with my vote. Governor Joe Sixpack is literally insulting that idea and it literally makes me sick.

(I’m hyped on Vicodin. Just had knee surgery today. The crutches chaffe and the drugs have got me feeling drunk.)

Too much work, and no vacation,
Deserves at least a small libation.
So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses,
Work’s the curse of the drinking classes.

- Oscar Wilde

I’d rather be in the city for my mindless entertainment. Or just a solid cart food gyro. That’d do it.

I’ll let you into a little secret of mine, which is this: I’m the sort of dude that gets wrung out about emotional scenes in books and movies and TV. I date this tendency back to a specific event, which was the birth of my daughter. Before then, I could read or watch a scene of complete heartbreak and go “eh”; after her birth, I get choked up watching very special episodes of SpongeBob SquarePants. I hate it, man. Among the reasons I hate it is that when I go out in public to do a reading, there are entire books of mine that I can’t read aloud, because I can’t get through them without sobbing.

This totally resonates with me. I was as indifferent to everything as anyone could be before. Once you start learning about yourself and figuring out what things really mean to you, I think it’s easier to have a stronger connect with the things around you. It’s just a guess, but the numbness is gone now.

Instead, I feel like I’m actually present, an active participant in the here and now. In hindsight, it is truly unreal, especially considering I never bothered to even consider working towards this state before, but it makes all the difference now. And it is absolutely amazing.

No Regrets – Aesop Rock
Look, I’ve never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven’t pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So I’ve been the dream that I wanted to be since day one.

If you’re not working towards that everyday or fearful that you might lose that focus, you’re doing it wrong.

(A note: I often reference past posts of ideas that keep me going. This is a reminder to me. I need it as much as anyone else. Find ways to remind yourself of what you want. It’ll empower you to do more than you could ever think you could.)

Shawn Shahani of American Apparel gave me a tour of the headquarters and factory right here in downtown Los Angeles. Shawn is a real dynamic, up and coming marketing guru and I have faith that he will help lead the web 3.0 revolution…

Leading the revolution. That’s me. Maybe I should dress up like these guys.

WASHINGTON (AP) — Famed chef Julia Child shared a secret with Supreme Court Justice Arthur Goldberg and Chicago White Sox catcher Moe Berg at a time when the Nazis threatened the world.

They served in an international spy ring managed by the Office of Strategic Services, an early version of the CIA created in World War II by President Franklin Roosevelt.

This. woman. was. a. spy.