It suddenly occurs to the proprietor that he is allowing silly things to plague his mind and thus the blog here in question. Recent emotional currents rolling down my grand river of life have left me in states that involve (a) absent-mindedness, (b) placing priorities on things that I might otherwise never have considered, (c) operating on a tightly regimented plan in defiance of states (a) and (b), (d) divesting myself of a lot of needless muck, and (e) being far too nice and considerate to people, more so than the cheery days of March. The end result of this is something strange, productive, and otherwise unworldly. Nevertheless, it’s all true — indeed, truer than before. I’d go into more details, but the simple fact is that I’m not entirely cognizant myself and I need to memorialize much of these strange sensations privately before I can begin to be forthright about them publicly. Plus, some of the grand plans keeping the momentous rivulet gushing are still being carried out and the nautical expert’s results remain inconclusive. Plus plus, the details are bound to mesh with more details pertaining to completely unrelated things and developments rolling along (including this play). So there you are.
I’ll just momentarily state that I acknowledge your confusion, but out of this mesmerizing chaos will come, I suspect, a clarity deeper than before. For those who have waded through these waters, I admire your determination. I’ll do my best to provide life preservers and remind you to roll up your jeans before you get your feet wet. But at the present time, I cannot guarantee consistency in content, disciplined or otherwise. But I’ll do my best.
Experts from Plato onward (“No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man.”) have realized for decades that it’s necessary to enslave a sizable portion of the population while preserving an educated class. Referred to as “the service sector” or “the temp industry” or even “dull admin jobs,” this slave career niche is often advertised with remarkable and unholy enthusiasm. Perky people working in departments called “human resources” and “career analysts” often inform potential applicants on how to “market their skills” or instruct them “how to create a positive impression.” Descending lower down the ladder, the slave population can often be located in retail stores, motels and restaurants, hunkered over toilets with a brush, their faces plastered with the most genuine smiles they can muster, all toiling for a pittance and all subject to greater scrutiny than the population fortuitous enough to have been borne into wealth or blessed with Ivy League connections.