Market Theocracy

Just a quick note to let everyone know that I am alive and well and living in decent comfort at The Salvation army in Kingsport, TN. I’ve been beating the streets putting in applications and have a good feeling. There seems to be plenty of people hiring for just about everything. Might even get a job cooking again, who knows.

Free WiFi broadband everywhere here. I’m getting decent speed in this concrete building.

I’ll keep you all posted. Peace and prosperity.

-G.

Expect sparse posts for a little while, folks. I’m pretty consumed with the process of moving. Consider the story situation ‘on hold’. Bill — you might want to remove the sticky from the top of ETWOF for now. Sorry, man — but I promise to get back to it ASAP.

I’ll keep you all updated on my trip. When I get to K-Port I’ll be non-stop job hunting. I’ll be staying at The Salvation Army for the first month unless I luck out and get a killer job straight out of the gate. The SA might be near enough to a WiFi spot to let me get online, but I doubt I’m that lucky.

Until I get a place/connection of my own I’ll keep in touch by getting my morning coffee at Mickey D’s.

Anyway — very excited and a little nervous. Mostly excited though. Here I com, road. I’ve missed ya.

Stanley Kubrick was a master.

In the annals of film he is a legend and he will always be a legend, like Murnau and Hitchcock before him. Why? Because, quite simply, he did things with 35 and 70 mm silver nitrate emulsion film and sprocket coded sound that not only had never been done, but were believed to be impossible to do with the state of the art.

Part technical genius geek, part mad scientist, part cold blooded existential philosopher, part beat poet. Kubrick rewrote the code of modern cinema production, gave a hearty middle finger to the suits, did exactly what he wanted to when he wanted to and got away with it.

This man made the hair stand up on the back of my neck depicting a spaceship approaching a station with The Beautiful Blue Danube rolling its glory on the soundtrack, forever changing my conception of the word beauty. This is the man who made me weep honest tears when they took ‘The Glorious Ninth’ from a total monster like Alex DeLarge and proved to me that morality was a thing that lived in what you were not willing to do. This man showed me that when faced with the ultimate horror of a destroyed world the only human thing to do was laugh.

Kubrick’s medium is nearly gone now. The tools of the trade have changed. His films will never be equalled.

I wept the day he died. I have so few heroes left. He — as distant and quiet to his fans as he was — was one of the biggest.

This is probably my favorite month, for entirely weather related and aesthetic reasons. I like the nice cold nights (just pulling out my quilt is a happy day for me) and the pleasantly warm-to comfortably cool days.

I also like the look of foliage when it’s getting ready for winter. Not the oft-admired ‘changing colors’ so much as the actual look of the skeleton trees. Very cool.