When we move to a new town or job, we can use the experience as a way to ‘redefine’ who we are–to accentuate the good, drop the bad. To change naturally. Since people in the new locale have no expectations, the task was easier. Well, many of us have lived longer in our weblogs than we have our homes, worked with them longer than many of our jobs.
Wealth Bondage started out as MemoSigns, became myGiftcoach, then Spectacular Bondage, then Wealth Bondage. Along the way the site burned to the ground more than once, with all posts lost. Have I grown and changed? (O how it hurts to laugh, choking on the phlegm.) No. Sadly, I regressed. At a certain age it is all about changing as little as possible, and mostly for the worse. "Bodily decrepitude is wisdom," wrote Yeats in old age, bluffing. The Dumpster will be my coffin, sparing my familiars the cost of burial. It is off to the recycling plant if all goes well. Those are faux pearls that were his eyes. Shelley and I had a long running blog Romance of the Rose back in, must have been, 2000. Those were the days. Dick Minim looked the other way, and it all worked out. All the links were lost when the original WB burned down, about the time Captain Blowtorch was hired. Such is the way of all flesh. Nothing lasts. Well, it could be worse. I find that Thunderbird in good company reconciles a man to his condition.
Who are we?, asks the bewildered citizenry, seeking englightenment from the Marketing Executive.
Outsiders may have an image of Sebastopol as a one-time apple farming
town that has morphed over the years into a bedroom community and haven
for transplanted hippies.
But has it?
A $48,000 study approved Tuesday by the City Council will ask residents
to help define themselves and create a distinctive "brand" for the city
that will give them a better sense of who they are and be used to
market Sebastopol as a shopping and tourist destination.
think this is a very appropriate investment," City Councilman Larry
Robinson said. "The return will be not just economic but will benefit
the community spiritually."
At least we Dumpster Dwellers know who we are. We are losers.
Among other obligations, you must have a logo or other identifying information on your Dumpster. A $50 dumpster license is required for a Dumpster on private property, including parking lots and private alleys. A $300 license is required for a Dumpster on a public right of way. Dumpsters placed on the public right-of-way without a license will be presumed to be abandoned, and subject to removal. (Exclusion: Dumpsters
one-cubic yard or less are considered trash cans. Since trash cans are
not permitted for public right-of-way storage, they are required to be
stored in or on private property.) Dumpsters on private property must be screend from public view by a fence or shrubbery. For dumpster
placement in the public right-of-way, the width of the sidewalk, volume
of pedestrian and vehicular traffic, and availability of alternative
trash handling methods are considered. In instances where a dumpster
may impede pedestrian passage or offend nearby residents, users may be
required to handle their trash in an alternate manner that does not
require a Dumpster.
Our Dumpster - yes, it has a logo, no it is not obscured by fence or shrubs, yes, it is in the Wealth Bondage parking lot. Yes, it probably offends nearby residents. Looks like trouble coming down. Maybe Smoky Joe can say it is a trash can.
So an AIDs gel could save hundreds of millions of lives. Who the hell will pay for it? Most of these AIDS patients are in Africa and have no money. My heart bleeds, it really does, but my responsibility is to Wealth Bondage stockholders. In that way I best serve the planet.
Plato found Diogenes by the river washing lettuce for his lunch. He
said, "Diogenes, if you served the Emperor you would not have to wash
lettuce." Diogenes replied, 'Plato, if you washed lettuce, you would
not have to serve the Emperor."
Jesus said, "All these things are done in parables that seeing they may
not see, and not perceive, and hearing they may not hear, and not
understand, lest at any time they should be converted and their sins
should be forgiven." - St Mark
Martyr translates the word for bearing witness.
We speak in parables in Wealth Bondage pending the moment of truth if it cannot be evaded.
University as Brand. Quality Control. The Brand Promise. "Where did you go to College?" (What are you worth?) Conceived in a Brothel, raised in an orphage, self-educated from books borrowed from a Dumpster out behind Middlebury College Chapel, I can only dream of a real diploma. The closest I ever got was a job as Head Porter and Senior Development Officer for Akma's University of Blogaria.