R journal 8/02

I just checked in with my boss at the data entry place. Apparently,
I'm still in decent standing. I can't believe I only got ten hours
worth of work done this week. And I spend untold amounts of money on
various luxuries like Tequiza, sticky green, groceries and neuro-psych
testing with some psychologist. I was trying to figure out what's wrong
with me but I knocked their test out with one punch. They're going to
tell me how smart I am and that's not what I need to know. I'm good at
math and verbal logic but I'm not that good at functioning in our
society. Anyway, I've gotta get organized at this job. I've got to get
rolling, just pumping data out. It's a fun job. I can drink espresso
and listen to music. I just gotta get my focus. "Lord knows I got my
control"- Sublime "Nigger's been focused since I said hi to 30"- Jay-Z.
But I'm not focused. I'm like Scarface. "Let's get organized." "No,
really, where's my snare?"-Eminem "It's back to the zone, back to the
throne, back to the books, back to the rhymes that took me all around
the world."-Jay-Z.


So they've got Bobby Fischer in Japan. He's one of the
greatest chess minds ever. Only players who can be mentioned in the
same breath as him are Paul Morphy, Alehkine, maybe Capablanca. They
don't like what Fischer had to say about the twin towers. I'm sure
they'll be coming for me soon. But I'm Captain Jack and this is the
stronghold. I'm preaching everyday in the temple. They know where to
find me. "No body-guard, just two big guns," Jay-Z.


Seriously, I've got to stay focused if Sean, Inc. is going to
be successful in this US Market place. Stocks are down but I've got
revenue. "I gave life to the game; I've got a right to be
king."-Jay-Z

2nd entry: It's evening now and it's been raining all day. I've been
sitting at this computer earning mininmum wage and developing carpal
tunnel syndrome doing data entry. Talk about the proletariat being
alienated from his work. I talk about birds all day and I don't know
anything about birds, except that they can be kind of cool. When I was
fifteen, I saw a great horned owl turning its head around and
silhouetted by a flaming pink sunset. You know my college capstone
might be to research the significance of the birds in Macbeth. That's
what I'd like to do. There's this professor who I T.A. for. Half of my
appeal was that she was attracted to me. Her respect for my scholarly
ability has descended ever since I got my glasses. I love her, though.
Smart girl. She's been a good friend to me. Anyway, my euphoria's worn
off. It wasn't really drug induced, though it did induce some herb
smoking. I just got to listening to Jay-Z and he just opened up a new
door for me.

peace,

Sean