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September 04, 2006

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There's nothing quite like that small sinking feeling you get after confronting the boss and finding that you're either walking out alone or getting your ass back to work. One might hope for a friend or two in such circumstances, whichever path you end up following.

"Blogging like you mean it" comes down to blogging on the assumption that the post in question will be read by lurkers who will pass it along to whomever might wish you ill in the so-called real world. You can blog for free, but don't let that fool you. The price can be more than most can afford. I am going to keep my nose clean, follow orders, and spank the wealthy in wealth bondage to the specs provided in our procedure manual. No more freebies "just for fun" in the public square, or in an alley somewhere. You want a beating, see Candidia and make an appointment with me on Company Time. I have this "no outside business activities clause" in my contract. I told them I was providing beatings on the internet for nothing, but they said it was still considered monkey business and as such was prohibited unless expressly permitted. All beatings would have to be approved in advance by Smoky Joe, in Public Affairs. When he talked to me about it, he left me the impression that he would prefer me to put my energies into the job at hand. We have waiting lines for beatings. He can't justify my stepping outside for a smoke break, and beating a few passerby pro bono, when I could be working down the backlog inside Wealth Bondage. I can understand his position.

I can understand his position too, right there on the other end of the stick, the part with the grippy tape and padding, placed thusly so his wrist, elbow and shoulder are spared the shock of managerial exigencies. Ergonomics is a wonderful science, Tutor.

Everyone loves a good beating, it seems. It is all Wealth Bondage, after all.

whatever ... 'tis a pity indeed to have the limits of one's life demarcated so clearly, and to participate therein. All that's left is one's mind then, and from where I sit it's better to do something mindless to get enough bondage $$ so that the mind can be free on your own time.

Best of luck as you welcome oblivion ?

You guys have to learn to read better. Ever see the picture by Magritte of a pipe, with the caption, "This is not a pipe." For a guy who doesn't blog, I thought this was a pretty good post. "The Wealth Bondage Farewell Tour" - I am going to dress like Liberace and take the show on the road. JJ, want to be a roady? It doesn't pay much, but you can come back stage with Candidia.

Remember, "There is no 'after' Wealth Bondage."

You guys have to learn to read better. Ever see the picture by Magritte of a pipe, with the caption, "This is not a pipe." For a guy who doesn't blog, I thought this was a pretty good post.

No, Tutor, you're mistaken, I'm afraid. I can read between the lines. This might be your blog, and the post you put up may look like blogging. But it's not. The Dumpster lid slammed shut, forever, and there will be no more blogging. None! Hence my absent urge to uncomment on the non-post.

No uncommenting allowed. All comments are considered comments until further notice.

(Finally, an unopening...)

Hi!

Tutor, are you sure commenting here is safe?

Yes, you are not just consuming garbage, you are creating garbage, so it is ok. Candidia nets out to a positive. That s what Web 2.0 is all about, user created content.

What blogs say is patently useless, but their pulse, that's something else.

Vital signs. Signs of life.

What blogs say is patently useless, but their pulse, that's something else.

As Holden Caulfield would say, Eggs Ackly !

Why I Blog (No More)

I'm guessing it's the same reason I've stopped commenting.

Still, friends can keep company even in silence.

I'm starting a rock group called "Four Non-Bloggers". We'll wear costumes, and hats with writihing tentacles coming out of the crowns. Any interest? Musical talent is helpful, but not necessary.

I have no musical talent to contribute, but it sounds like a fun gig.

Miss Dixie plays tambourine. And has been known to writhe.

I'll see your Janus, and raise you Tantalus...

How about we call ourselves Blog Sabbath? I'm no longer commenting. This is the last one.

I've been blogging since 1996, but I've actually never blogged.

After The Wealth Bondage Farewell Tour, we are planning a Wealth Bondage Reunion Tour. The Greatest Hits of Wealth Bondage. Then Wealth Bondage Unplugged. Then The Wealth Bondage Dumpster Tapes. We have a lot of material from The Golden Era of Wealth Bondage that has never been published.

How about the Wealth Bondage Bonfire and Effigy Burn? Good bonfire to burn all my old notes and manuscript pages and an effigy of Candidia for good measure. What about Wealth Bondage, the Documentary? We'd have to come up with a catchy title, though, and An Inconvenient Truth has already been used.

Wealth Bondage Bonfire of the Vanities would be good. WB Weinie Roast.

Wealth Bondage Bonfire of the Vanities? Is that the best you can come up with? Last time I was around these parts, you were much sharper than that. Not, mind you, that I'm doing much better, but geesh, you are Da Tutor. Weinie Roast? Only if we can have smores.

Burning Man

"Burningman is Paganism," I am told by Blowtorch.

Burning Man Principles

I dunno. Sounds like a microcosm of the World We Want to me.

It's all paganism if you look deep enough. And it is all monotheism too.

Ce n'est pas une pipe. Non non. Bien sûr.

Certainly, no pipe, Hannah, not in Wealth Bondage; we are built on Family Values.

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The three exclaimers have reduced your original four questions down to one.

But which one, I wonder, and is the question itself the cheap prize taken home from the milk bottle booth for a close but no cigar...

Me? I don't work here lady. Not a peep.

Most of the families I work with are pretty focused on wealth - how to get it, maximize return, minimize taxes, and pass it to the children. Their values are bourgeois. They embody the Protestant Work Ethic, reconciling God and Mammon. So, yes, WB is build on Family Values.

Just ask Missy, eh, Tutor?

Missy has Affluenza, many families are concerned that their kids will turn out that way. They are concerned about Wealth Bondage not being all it is cracked up to be, more like a Golden Cage.

Oh, she's only a bird in a Golden Cage. A pitiful sight to see. At least when she messes up, someone takes care of it for her. Just like Jenna, Barb and Paris Hilton. Missy's sistahs.

Tutors says: "you are not just consuming garbage, you are creating garbage"

Kombinat! says: "As long as Human Beings vomit language out of their mouth Kombinat is profitable"

Of course more vomit is here:
http://kombinat.us/blogger/2005/02/kombinat-manifesto.html

I hope Mr Smokey Joe will approve my comment.
Thank you.

Most of the families I work with are pretty focused on wealth - how to get it, maximize return, minimize taxes, and pass it to the children. Their values are bourgeois. They embody the Protestant Work Ethic, reconciling God and Mammon. So, yes, WB is build on Family Values.

Blogging about WB in this context is collusion and enablement, at the bottom of things. So is planning philanthropical initiatives. We are all enablers in collusion with wealth's demands in this given system. It's all WB, after all.

It's all WB, after all.

That's just the marketting hype from the brand managers. In reality, WB sits on top of something deeper. The WB insiders who profit from it all are selling the "nature red in tooth and claw" model, and insecurity is the name of their game. In reality those things hold sway only in limited contexts.

Blog (blawg): Semi-solid, or liquid, projected with great force, and rough aim (if any), out among one's fellows, or toward a commodious bowl (glad for a little variety.) Sometimes progressing toward the pop-eyed, broke-vein, dreadful dribble, the strained hope for something more (and the promise of even less) to come...

This is blawg. Stare it in the face.

Um. (Sixth from the bottom as this is written, and still plenty of time to descend...)

J.J. wrote, "Blogging about WB in this context is collusion and enablement, at the bottom of things. So is planning philanthropical initiatives. We are all enablers in collusion with wealth's demands in this given system. It's all WB, after all." Agreed that is what I was trying to explore in the recent posts about the Fool. Clearly, he works for the King and is the King's ennabler, and maybe even his savior, in the sense of saving him from making terrible mistakes. That is the role of a Dungeon Master to the Stars inside Wealth Bondage, as it is in the roles you have so ably paid as an executive coach. I am exploring from within that role is moral hazaards, living them in real life and writing about them in parable. I began from the idea that I am a whore in Wealth Bondage. Nothing you have said, J.J., has changed my mind. I am indeed a Dungeon Master serving Wealth in Wealth Bondage, and leaving them better off than I found them. That does not make me a Saint, at best a Fool.

Whores have been known to have hearts of gold. Perhaps that is your chance at redemption. Underneathe that brass exterior beats the heart of a compassionate man.

Is there a male equivalent of the whore/madonna dichotomy? Is there a statue to the Black Fool? A shrine? Perhaps you will become the patron saint of all dumpster dwellers. Performed any miracles lately? If so, best to keep mum about it.

He who is without sin may cast the first beer can.

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I blog no more, merely muttering in my sleep.

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