Notebook 16 Pg 130

The Notes

     - He ate his parents?
     - No. he only ate his Mom, apparently he was was saving his Dad for
       Thanksgiving.
     - That's festive.

• Ding Dong mad Song Quasi Clapper Mondo.

     - There's a degree of contention surrounding his ability to abstract beyond the first power.
     - Dude that's just a real fancy way of saying the man's an idiot.

• Life often appears to offer a harsh binary choice between being a rich bastard or a poor idiot.
• CorpoNation.
• My life path seemingly carved out by an abstract painter designing a labyrinth using a corkscrew ruler and a rubber compass.
• A global phenomenon; weapon shops, porn, homeless people and drugs appear to cluster around transport hubs.

The Commentary

 
- He ate his parents?
- No. he only ate his Mom, apparently he was was saving his Dad for Thanksgiving.
- That's festive.
 Just a brilliant bit of dialogue overheard on a cop show.


Ding Dong mad Song Quasi Clapper Modo.
Today's bit of unintelligible writing was brought to you by Drivel Pour Homme.
I honestly did try hard to resist saying that this line does ring a bell, but couldn't.


- There's a degree of contention surrounding his ability to abstract beyond the first power. 
- Dude that's just a real fancy way of saying the man's an idiot.
This sounds suspiciously like the over egged dialogue I would give to two of my badly drawn in charred coal characters.

Life often appears to offer a harsh binary choice between being a rich bastard or a poor idiot.
I believe an original thought and one I still hold to be broadly accurate.

CorpoNation.
I bet Michael Moore peers under his bed every morning for fear that I am there waiting to snatch his liberal commentator crown

My life path seemingly carved out by an abstract painter designing a labyrinth using a corkscrew ruler and a rubber compass.
Another example of me pinning a metaphor down and torturing it to within a fruit fly's foreskinch of its life

A global phenomenon - weapon shops, porn, homeless people and drugs appear to cluster around transport hubs. 
This is true; railways, bus stations, ports and, to a slightly more sophisticated extent, airports all seem to  cater to the base instincts of humanity, providing the ability to purchase with anonymity the so called naughty things you want without having to bear the burden of shame society has built around them.
 They are also often the habitat of our most lost souls. I guess these places are by their nature worlds of transience, they lack permanence, not somewhere to fix an identity even if you wanted to as almost everyone is just passing through and does not or can not 'know' you well.  Here in amongst the crowds the less fortunate tend to be ignored - which for many is better than the accusations and taunts out on the streets. Here temporarily they are on a more equal footing with the rest of society who, whilst in these places are also being tramps all be its in its original meaning.
Transport hubs represent the most physical manifestation of our love of borders, our need to be at the edge of things. Beyond these are the unexplored bits that lie beyond our territory after here we will be literally outside of our comfort zone.