Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I think in my case I’m gonna call it Thankstaking.It doesn’t really have a lot of significance for me. Even though I have lived in the United States for almost 25 years I can’t get into the Thanksgiving thing. It’s all about family, and those people are on the other side of the planet. I’ll take the holiday but can’t really take part in the rest of it, it’s kind of like Christmas Down Under, and I wasn’t a fan of that. Arguments around the dinner table, I can live without it. I also think turkey is a horrible thing to eat. I don’t like it much. It has a very dull taste, and that’s why it’s always stuffed and smothered in cranberry sauce. It’s to make it edible. I won’t be eating turkey tomorrow. Have I trashed it enough? I think so.
I’ve got nothing to report. I’m gonna post screen grabs and memes of the more egregious stuff I can find today. There was no band practise yesterday. My group text app isn’t working, so I didn’t get the message that it wasn’t on anyway. It wasn’t on. When the weather turns cold like this, I want to go and live somewhere else. People think New York is glamorous and fabulous, but the climate sucks. New York city in the winter time can be bitterly cold when the wind blows through those man made canyons. It’s no good. Upstate ain’t much better. Florida looks good, but is it? It’s pretty humid, but than it gets humid here without the beach to go to nearby.
The last time I was in Florida there was a red tide which made breathing difficult. Other than that, I think I liked it. I don’t think I hated it, but it was a while ago. I probably need to go back there. Some people who live here all the time, loathe Florida. They think it’s trashy and full of criminals and meth heads. If you grew up here in the North East, you are probably used to the seasons and like them. If, on the other hand, you have lived most of your life so far in the Southern Hemisphere, you can’t take the cold after a while. It’s just not in your DNA or something.
CANADA: UNPROUNOUNCABLE STAR WARS BROWN PEOPLE REFUSE TO PAY FOR DISABLED WHITE PEOPLES’ MEDICINE
Today’s journal isn’t going to Florida or anywhere. It’s going nowhere. I’ll try and make it interesting as I can, but for a five days a week journal sometimes it’s just a writing exercise without any huge revelations or insights. You almost never get those anyway. What is this thing about? I have no idea, it keeps going and going. I think I just write it every day to put a finger in the eye of the establishment who have deemed themselves the arbiters of public taste and what they think you should be interested in. Also these fucking authors who write these unreadable shit books and everyone raves about them.
Australia : Are you beginning to understand what’s going on here?
The critics are who decides what’s good, what’s not and they have no idea about anything other than what publicists for art, music or literature fling at then 24/7. The critics and “experts” hand out awards and honors to individuals they decide are worthy. It’s not a popularity contest at all, it involves money and groups of people with similar interests banding together to nominate each other for being fabulous.
All of a sudden, so and so is the next big thing in art, music or writing and the public think they had a choice in making it happen. Since I’m not about to submit my work to any of these clowns they’ll never find out about anything I do, so I shall remain obscure. That’s the way I like it. I can write about anything I want, even if it’s about nothing, which is what it is today.
Good Day