tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117807742024-03-13T07:49:29.098-07:00Pink Pearl Press(i.e.: A Palimpsest of Personal Proportion)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-34271621245861114752014-06-25T19:26:00.001-07:002014-06-26T11:46:16.788-07:00My Pagan Friends
My Pagan friends Mala Noche and Jymsdottir, for instance, work at the Christian coffee shop. Mostly for shits and grins. They were hired last year after returning from Burning Man, where they ran a successful fair-trade, shade-grown coffee yurt on the playa. Their preternatural skills at caffeinating everybody from Anarchists to Furries to Zappa-ists, using camp stoves and old Italian steam Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-35789310782070683872014-06-24T17:51:00.002-07:002014-06-25T22:22:03.055-07:00Post-Officealyptic
PART I
DELIVER MY TRUTH
I thought about joining up. Doesn't everyone? The smart uniforms. The dutiful discipline. The admirable dedication through tough situations, carrying bulky packs through territories with snarling unfriendlies. Right-handed steering on busy cul-de-sacs and indifference to paper cuts. Yes, indeed! Many have considered joining the Postal Service. But the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-33596876151022438602014-06-19T19:26:00.004-07:002016-09-12T22:50:22.860-07:00My Lemonade Stand On a Dead-End Street
Everyone wants to cash in —ya'know, make a nickel here, a dime. Simplest method, just set up and do it. Right now, on the street where you live... Go on! Drag out the folded table (dirty but a fleece blanket with a Doozer image will take care of that.) Half-ass wash a pitcher you find in the laundry room. Pour some tap water, add 2, no 3 cups sugar along with a cup of SummerTime© lemon Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-28944411269864903532012-05-14T12:43:00.000-07:002012-05-16T20:05:46.253-07:00Geek City Apocalypso: A Full Frontal Review for the Front Page
I am a fan of Joe Pachinko, and particularly a fan of his poetry. And I am pleased that Last Gasp has chosen his latest novel to distribute under their publishing banner. Being as they specialize in the "unusual, underground, and out-of-the-ordinary," GCA fits in perfectly. Just as the lubed finger fits up an asshole; Pachinko puts a reader on point -the key is to remember; simply relax and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-7684537611132134552010-01-24T18:00:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:15:53.837-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” Volume No. III, Issue 1—Got it?Raisonné d’etre—by Sugarpuss O'Shea, EditrixLife’s work? LIFE’s WORK?!? Why can’t you settle down and just work? Why is it such a big deal to know you’re doing what you were trained to do, or better yet, always wanted to do? What are you muttering about, your life’s work? You’re lucky to have a damn job, let alone a divine calling—somebody has to clean public toilets at the State Parks, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-68522308471521656632010-01-24T17:45:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:17:16.655-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” HMcGood Help IsHard To FindEpistolary lament from a knocked-upGoddess entering her second trimesterby Heidi McBride-PedrazzettiB. —Strange development over the weekend —My hands are numb all the time. They don’t work so good either. Keyboarding is a challenge. Not real bad pain just uncomfortable. I’m going to the doc on Thursday to discuss the “options” —Like can I get full disability? I hate to beUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-35634195274350495602010-01-24T17:30:00.001-08:002010-01-29T12:19:06.798-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” LBThe Bat Has Leftthe Building(an Exit Letter…)by Lisa BerryMarch 24, 2000I’ve given quite a bit of thought over the years as to what I would say at my exit interview. There’s so much within the company that has fallen to decay that I expected I would write volumes about the lack of communication, the need for accountability, and the disturbing shift in company ethics. But now that the moment is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-14429979258894255332010-01-24T17:15:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:20:26.363-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” JR+The Job That Ate My Brainby the Ramones, from the album Mondo-BizarroOut of bed at 6:15 In a rush and you can’t thinkGotta catch the bus and trainI’m in a rush and feelin’ insaneI can’t take this crazy paceI’ve become a mental caseYeah, this is the job that ate my brainGo to work, it’s such a dragFace the boss, he’s such a nagIn a suit and in a tieI look so late I wanna dieI can’t take this crazyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-58215267238862047332010-01-24T17:00:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:21:05.398-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” REUntitledby Rob ErbKeep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make youfeel that you, too, can become great.• Mark TwainUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-88675440267148308122010-01-24T16:45:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:22:50.217-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” LN+9 to 5-7-5by Lisa Noble & Jeff Sykesmy job sucks real badmy job sucks real bad it’s truemy job really suckswhere does the time go?the vision the love the horrorfight or flight i hearddishes were my lifecomputer devolutionnow i long for deathwho’s in charge indeed?white people and their meetingsyes man—that’s the way!clarity visiona new world ahead of meking sized value mealgiggle birds fly Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-58978012771915312882010-01-24T16:30:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:26:22.044-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” ARCompany Policyby Angelina ReedIn the summer of 1995, looking to utilize my education, broaden my horizons, redirect my attentions, and to somehow lessen the pain of being dumped, I took a job at Eggshell Pre-press House*, a small, well-known business run by husband and wife, Fred and Peggy Sue. I joined the ranks of three other employees: Allen, the scanner operator, who had worked there for manyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-61396147370904554632010-01-24T16:15:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:27:01.493-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” TREETruly F@¢%#%Thoughts on the new millennial economy as shared by TreeI met a young woman at a party on Saturday that is 26 years old and makes 127 thousand dollars a year as a network engineer. I found myself disliking her on that account. My jealousy was enormous. I felt guilty about it. Over email, my friend J. responded…“I am truly irritated at this younger generation making hundreds of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-75205557182251580412010-01-24T16:00:00.001-08:002010-01-29T12:27:42.967-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” MPI Dream of Asiaby Max Perezbest job:i’m currently working as a Perl programmer. This is pretty much of a stretch for me as I dont normally like to program. After being rather harshly booted from my last job (see worst job, below) I got a contract here doing html and Java script interfaces testing software. They were pretty happy with me and offered me a job as an “application engineer”. This Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-7899688787341674032010-01-24T15:45:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:28:16.744-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” ERDon’t Feed the Crowsby Eric RichterIt’s getting tougher to get out of bed and get on with the day lately. Unemployment must really be kicking in. Or Funemployment, as I’ve been told it should be called. Whatever you’d call it, the days start the same; I shuffle out of bed half blind and half mad and stand patiently over a boiling pot, or in line at the local joint, and shrug off the gift of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-79698969409539974592010-01-24T15:30:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:29:20.230-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” CSThe Perfect Chookerby Colin SjostedtI’ll never forget that one time I was stupid enough to even think about that pukefying summer job. I was as dumb as a woodchuck in those days. Not a regular woodchuck either but one of them special ed. jobs with the football helmet and mini yellow bus.But who in their right little mind could resist the soft sell? MAKE $8,000 IN 10 WEEKS! The finer print Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-12749337694105457252010-01-24T15:15:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:30:46.290-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” GHBut, What I Really Wanna Do Is…by Gene-o HamiltonIt is ironic that my best job and my worst job was the same job. It was several years ago and I was very new to the Santa Cruz area. I had fallen on hard times and was desperate for money. In my journey of this new weird and wonderful playland of liberal facades I crossed paths with a “professional” photographer, later to be known as Little Leeba Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-7764315566177406972010-01-24T15:00:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:31:32.331-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” PL&PHSick Thrills in theReal Worldby Paula LopezI’ve only have had 5 jobs in my life, counting my current one. Working here in the trenches has not been bad. When the title of The Freedom Fighter, a.k.a. Queen Puh Bah, was given to me by my supervisor I was honored. So far it has been good. Can’t complain because there’s been worse situations. I’ve waved good-bye to many, however, as they escaped the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-81002280028082594832010-01-24T14:45:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:32:36.666-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” THGod Darn the Pusher Manby Tim Heer, Sr.It was the 60’s, not the summer of love, a little before that, and I was wearing my first uniform for that decade. It was all white. White pants, white shirt, white hat, and with a brown and pink polka-dotted bow-tie. It was an era of innocence, of unknown wrong doing, a time as I look back from adulthood I am not too proud of.Had I known then that I was Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-64382292589781648352010-01-24T14:30:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:33:10.953-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” LHLife in the Shopby Larry HeerDAY ONEPierce Plumbing and Heating was in an old building long ago torn down on Main Street in Los Gatos, near San Jose. The wood of the walls and floor was soft with age, dirt, and human sweat. The shop smelled of cutting oil and stale cigars. In the dim light of the dusty room, in the corner; I saw the pipe. It was orange clay, about 18 inches in diameter with two Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-67027267791364686312010-01-24T14:15:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:34:10.389-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” JTDream Musicby Jason TellezI suppose the dream job for me would be traveling musician. I take a lot of inspiration from the Duke Ellington band. Here was a master musician who knew how to squeeze the love and creativity that makes music more than just notes.I would model myself after him and write out special music that had a real “feel” to it. Music can almost be physical in that it leaves Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-53443638611078224622010-01-24T14:00:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:34:54.376-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” TSThe Hardest Work That Ever I Done, Was Eatin’ Chicken Pieby Tripura AnandThat’s a lyric from a depression-era song off an album called Boomer’s Story by Ry Cooder. Well the hardest work that I ever did was commercial salmon fishing. The longest hours and the most demanding physical and mental labors over an extended period of time. I call them my Macho Years, ca. 1970-1975. Women’s Lib was at itsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-62588005494770876202010-01-24T13:45:00.000-08:002016-09-12T22:41:52.133-07:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” RM
How to Succeed By Trying Everything
by Rex Morgan
Most of the sixty plus jobs I have had, have had some unique benefit to working at that particular place, as well as certain downfalls:(Approx. 3 months and an apron)35% employee discounts for instance, at Westside Community Market (precursor to present day New Leaf) back in the day when I was vegetarian and didn’t eat sugar. But then I got Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-74641607998946420792010-01-24T13:30:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:36:37.147-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” TJCUntitledby Tony James ClarkWork is love made visible.And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.• Kahlil GibranUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-26681120690011990152010-01-24T13:15:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:37:16.626-08:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” SOSFrigid Clones’ Diaryby Sugarpuss O’SheaMonday, 16 August:0 bitten nails, coffee units 3—only one (1) Mocha-Latte Rush Hour Frappe (v.g.), cigarettes 32 (v.v. bad, particularly since also chewing Nicorette—must quit, but helps stop nailbiting—ugh)9:20 a.m. I am destined for inner poise. Started work at the Gift Horse Gallery—no more pocket smocks, condiment guns and grease traps for me! (v.g.) My Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780774.post-43678645281358790602010-01-24T13:00:00.000-08:002016-09-12T22:48:50.002-07:00EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work” Credits
—Got it?
EX VOTO “Life’s Work/Life is Work”Volume Number Three, Issue I
Contributors
Pearl, Max, Tree: the Kali Graduate, Rob, Colin, Rex, Lisa/Jeff, Tripura, Mr. Original, Tony, Heidi, the Ramones, Lisa B., Paula, Uncle Larry, Gene-O, Jason, Angie, Eric and some name-brand folks who don’t even know we exist, but who I think would have been agreeable to being quoted.
Thanks for your *Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0