I haven't updated this site in about a week or so because I've been staying at my girlfriend's house to save money on the commute from San Diego to Oceanside. Plus, there is a big dog that lives there named Griz. As for me, I got a new RAM chip for my computer after realizing, admittedly shamefully, that I don't really need a new computer after all. I was thinking of getting a new Sony Vaio desktop for my at home Internet junkie addiction. But I decided against it, mostly because I don't really need one. The computer that I have right now suits my needs just fine until the day comes that it either dies or it's not powerful enough to run programs that come out. I hope that day never comes, although it has in some small way. I can't play the PC game, Hitman 2 because the graphics card on my computer isn't high enough for the game. What a bummer. I think it was a good thing, though. I think in some way it was a message that I shouldn't waste time playing video games. Recently I've spent a lot more time reading and just enjoying life because of my time off. I love it immensely and I still have a month left of time off.
Jim Goad...the man, the myth, the legend. I've already read his book Shit Magnet (the second book he has written about his life in prison), which I thought was a rather intriguing read...mostly for the life lessons on Jim's romantic liaisons (these are the girls your mom told you to stay away from) and his time in prison. I covered this elsewhere on this site...in the '02 happenings. But the book I'm currently reading, the Redneck Manifesto (his first book), is a solid history on working class white culture. It's not a book about race. I mean, obviously, it's about race, but it goes beyond that to prove that the problem in America has to do more with CLASS than RACE. It has more to do with the worker vs. boss mentality than black vs. white. It's more about the RICH vs. POOR. I thought the book was interesting in that it went into great detail about the blue-collar, wage (slave?) labor. The first part of the book went into detail about slavery and how we've all been led to believe that only black people were slaves. I learned that back in the good ol' days, there was a lot more white slavery than people are led to believe. And we aren't talking about all white people, but mostly the poor ones. No, the slave owners were white, but they were the RICH. Well, you have to check this book out. It will set your mind on fire with ideas about the way we've been taught and how it's generally wrong. It all goes to prove that most education that they force-feed you in school is wrong. The book has a million references in the bibliography, which I've been told are really good for further reading. I highly recommend this book. What this book has made me realize is that I hate the RICH more than I had originally thought. I mean, who really needs the amount of money that these people have? In San Diego I am bombarded by rich snobs daily. My girlfriend works in the Nordstrom's clothing store at the women's shoe department. I don't really have anything personal against Nordstrom's. I remember my first time at a Nordstrom's in Horton Plaza in San Diego...I ventured in there looking for some new clothes after I had first moved here. I picked up a shirt that was about $90 and I told myself that I wasn't shopping there and that was that. I've never bought anything there and I don't plan to and in fact, I make a big deal out of that fact. But I've been going in there rather often, usually to meet my girlfriend before she gets off work or to have lunch. I've never seen such a vile group of pretentious bastards in my life as the people that shop there. I've never been much for clothing stores or malls in general. But spend any amount of time at a mall watching people and you'll see what I mean. The other day we ate at the Nordstrom's cafe and let me tell you what fun this is. First off, I feel pretentious just going in there. The only reason that I eat there is because my girlfriend gets a discount and she asks me to eat there with her. So I do. But I would not willingly go there on my own. First off, this is a clothing store. We don't need this place morphing into it's own microcosm. It can't secede from the union. The food isn't bad, but it's overpriced. The service, I will say, is top notch. I will give them that. But I just think that paying almost $9 for a salad is a little much. But, on the bright side, I get to brush elbows with North County's richest and snobbiest and it makes me feel good to not be one of them. The crowd is mostly older white women who are out spending the hubbies money, usually with their perfect little daughters, out for an afternoon jaunt in the BMW or Lexus. I don't know where they get the money for this. And they are there all day long. It's not like the place is slow in the mornings. No, today I was there at about 10am when the mall opened and the parking lot was filling up rapidly with people just dying to get in the door and buy those pumps that they really don't need. I really don't understand this. I learned that I hate the rich because, let's face it, most of them inherited that money. I don't know how, but they had to. I think it would be boring to be rich. I think those people are outrageously fake. They don't have an ounce of real substance in their whole being and they make probably 5 times what I do. I think the other thing that I learned is that women spend way too much money on shoes. What the hell is a $300 shoe going to do that a $50 won't? Is it comfort? I've never spent more than $60 on a shoe that wasn't for running (you have to buy good running shoes) and I haven't ever had a problem. Maybe my feet will be disfigured when I get older. Then I can be in a wheelchair and be bitter and make fun of everyone, especially those power-walkers. I'll just fly on by them in my wheelchair, cracking wise and laughing...and they will feel sorry for me because I'll be disabled. Let's hope this doesn't happen. I need my mobility...
