The martian hop has never been too concerned with the prospect of attracting a large audience. It would be content with a few lurkers producing a discussion here or there, or perhaps sharing an Earth recipe now and then. As it stands though, the numbers suggest we have a readership of two: our writer/editor and a being we will call "Shane" to respect his/her anonymity.
What this means, Shane, is that nobody cares but you. Were you a character in the Pentateuch, your lot would be you're Lot. Don't look back in anger. Onward, to the promised land: the future! But it would be nice if a fornicator, tax-evader, or uncle-fucker joined you in the task of muddling through. There is so much of humanity and its cultures to understand. Variety is the spice and Earth has pillars of the stuff.
Our writer recently gave its two weeks notice. It has no other prospects. Its family cannot afford it to be unemployed for very long, with a new baby on the way. Hopefully it will reconsider quitting. But the atmosphere at work is a bit toxic and our writer has a fairly weak constitution. What else will it do? The martian hop can barely scrape together enough cash for a gum-ball. Human culture is expensive.
Well Shane, that's about it from here for now. How are your Earth explorations going? When you're next in the vicinity, stop in at the 'hop. There's a great radio station we've been listening to avidly. CJNU, 107.9 FM nostalgia radio, "where everything old is new again". You can find them on the web. Thank you and good night.
Hey Zims, it's alright, we can work with this.
ReplyDeleteSucks that work is going shitty, but if you need to change things, then you need to change things. That can also be worked with.
So! Some music to share; reading up on Sun Ra led to a very interesting Canadian guy who comes from Montreal and goes by the moniker of King Khan and he's a crazy mix of 50's/60's music, sings like Wilson Pickett and was great friends with the dear and departed Jay Reatard, which means he is also punk as fuck.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_oIOoJyChI
There's a bit of a taste.
Other than that, there is little to explore of the earth at this moment. I've been cooking a bunch, I guess I mostly play with that. I tried going to the local farmer's market this past Friday, but it was very grim, with a bunch of bored elderly folks selling breads and jam. Motherfucker, I make my own breads, thank you very much.
Coffee is exciting, dug out the moka pot, and learned that I can make steamed milk in a french press, so I'm good to go there.
There's a weekly Tai Chi session across the street that I just discovered, and have yet to check out properly. Thinking of volunteering at the local humane society, cause I miss the four legged kind, and because it can get pretty boring around here with just a computer and a stack of school things to busy myself with.
Back to Sun Ra though, I definitely enjoy a lot of his earlier stuff, but his later craziness is just not catchy enough for me. I'm a simple man who likes boops and beeps in semi regular intervals, and Sun Ra's awesome hats somehow guided him away from that. But perhaps when I'm old and dressed like a Pharaoh I too will be able to relate.
And a little note on the toxic effects of work. Unfortunately not working also contains toxic effects, and can in many ways be worse. You know your situation better than anyone else, but I can say that personally my days of nothing have been far less enjoyable than even shitty work. But you got the blooming family so that changes the dynamic and makes it difficult to relate to. Time is mean and there's no escape, and unfortunately the idea of being perpetually happy just exists in crap fiction. And so must learn words like "solace" and find simple pleasure when we can. Not sure who said it, but "All work is noble", is a very healthy concept. So be well my friend, and remember, if you didn't have strange fights with the world and with yourself then this whole mess would go much faster, and this whole mess is not that bad a place to be. Being in space would feel a lot like this second.