Tuesday, November 24, 2009

no Target job

Target contacted me by email to tell me they have no job for me.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

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job application at Targets

Yesterday, Nov. 21, I applied for a human resources job at Targets. If they google my name they probably will look at this blog, so I want to say, Welcome to my blog, Targets! You can get a good picture of what I'm like from the nine videos in the sidebar, telling the story of my life.

Friday, November 20, 2009

unit prophetic value

It is my understanding that all the world's major religions expect the appearance of a prophet to bring in a new epoch. Each of them has its own image of what such a person would be like. They all seem to expect some sort of super-power endowed person.

I am not super-power endowed.

I am tempered by homelessness.

Another thing religions seem to expect is that a prophet will serve mankind, perhaps with a sharp tongue, and expect nothing in return.

Ho Ho.

I expect quite a bit in return.

I have gone through every bit as much a trial as Moses did, and I am every bit as able to see mankind's ills and wrongs. I also observe mankind's better qualities, but he sees these himself and doesn't need me to point them out.

But this is putting it in Moses's terms. My place is not to feed off of Moses. It is my privilege to have been able to stow away the experience of seeing the same fire Moses did and not relate it to anyone. I have lived without benefit of seeing that fire, establishing a lifestyle and avoiding becoming dependent upon individuals or corporations, and becoming a fairly regular fellow. But this is in fact a deception, passively developed. My place is impelled by certainty that all the trials I have undergone amount to unit prophetic value. I don't need to be introduced by the words, "the man who suffered xyz." I can be introduced by the words, "the man who saw what Moses saw." Then people will not be surprised if I do surprising things. One of the most surprising things I can do in that case is doing nothing surprising.

I don't know, what do you think? Is that enough for today?

Yes, let's stop here.

Thursday, November 19, 2009


In 1992 I saw on a building the fire that Moses saw on a bush thousands of years ago.

How am I to interpret this? There was no voice. There were no instructions.

To make the situation more difficult to interpret, I had three experiences leading up to seeing this fire in which my body was vacated by a low tone, stirring my bones and blasting through my eyes, leading me to assemble the terms os, for bones, and iris, for eyes, into the term "osiris". This makes a second Egyptian waysign.

I am not on a schedule. If I give myself a certain number of days to devote myself to a task, I can generally rely on having those days to so allot.

I have a home base--a psychiatric nursing home--paid for by social security disability and public aid. I have accounts at a bank. These are small. A detailed examination of my finances would be unwise to publish. I have two alma maters.

But my efforts at selling art have been dismal. There is no welcome for me being a success. A few old friends maybe, but nothing large. I remember a feeling of absolute uncaringness surrounding my labors at doing art in a Starbucks store. Not my uncaringness. Others' uncaringness.

I may have talent in art, but I am not perceived as such, and that is what makes success.

I am afraid it makes more sense for me to blaspheme mankind than to pretend to enjoy my situation. I am not in a profit-making place. I am able to consider myself a successor to Moses, so why not do so? If I am cut out for being a prophet, then nothing profitable will work out for me. I'm afraid it has been a waste of time to do art. I thought that the Chicago Mafia would back me up in it, but they haven't. I don't know why. It's time to try something else.

I have been poor enough that I know damn well that mankind is bound up in his profit-making and will not listen to prophetic statements. I don't believe that everything in the bible is true, and I don't assume that Moses was a success. His story might have been made up in some parts. I think he had a big effect, but I don't think I can rely on being his successor as a guarantee I will be a success at being a prophet. It is a difficult thing being a prophet. It is hard enough when God tells you what to do. It is harder still when he doesn't. You would think that me being mentally ill it would just naturally follow that I would hear God talking to me. But not so.

I could write in circles forever. I don't plan to do so.

I'm done for now. You don't participate in my discussion so why should I satisfy your hunger for meaty discourse.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Musings over my diction

I think my diction needs some attention here.

I have developed a style of writing from doing a lot of development of ideas at home where rigor was absolutely essential. This has created a great accuracy but it leaves no room for a wide variety of people to enter into the conversation.

Now conversation with a wide variety of people has its pitfalls. Most of the things one is impelled to say are of no interest whatsoever to others, and have to be put down so that better things to say can be sought. It may be different in a blog, where you speak to ideally large numbers of people and you are going to get a part of that group who finds what you say interesting. But interesting is one thing and conversational is another. I need the conversation. It's a better process.

With that in mind I'd like to just briefly say that I have never become a specialist. I like to go to the corner store for a candybar. Breathing is part of my joys in life. I have hopes of meeting a girl who can talk to me but also turns me on. I don't know how long I'll live but for now I have lots of ambition I can't describe as anything but hidden desire for success, things nobody knows about me, even myself.

I know there is a price I have paid for my suffering. My career never ignited. But this has enabled me to become better equipped with insight and discipline. I can maintain a line of thought into unknown territory. I can choose the right moment for percentage shots. My expectations of what life will be like in old age are more optimistic than they used to be.

I can't predict when I write what the response will be. I have reached out in a number of unusual directions here and none has been passed around much on the net. I did have one post that showed up at the very top of a search that produced 300,000 results. It was my post on Jesus's comment about the camel passing through the eye of a needle and the rich man. It takes more than that to make a Google page rank over 5. Mine is ranked 3. I get an average of 2 visits per day. That's not very much.

I have a few years before my income will cease to be expandable by means of this blog. In that time I will make the best of my talents and just see what happens.

Offer of a 10% cut to get the escrow made for my solution to ending war forever

I know this deal of mine, about asking for $7 billion to be put into escrow for me pending successful performance of my solution to war forever, is surely totally nuts, but there it is and you can take it or leave it. The stickler is getting attention for it. I have to admit there's not much I can say or write that will have much chance of attracting attention, so I will make the following proposition:

If someone who takes me seriously and has clout will conduct a campaign to get the escrow deposit made, I will, on success of getting it made, plus success of the measure and payment of the $7 billion to me, give that party which conducts the campaign for the escrow a 10% cut, or $700 million, of the take.

This of course puts that party in a position of risk. The operation could fail, and if successful the measure could fail. In either case there would be no $700 million payoff.

I think this goes just a little farther toward realization of the solution.

Monday, November 2, 2009

English transformation art, a personal iconography

I joined the site thepoetryforum.co.uk the other day and started a thread about my English Transformation Art.Link
In posting to this thread, I came across the idea that what the client chooses as a text to become art is really an icon in his world of word use, and so this is a genre of personal iconography, as well as art.