COT 2 - ELECTRIC BLOGALOO

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Here's what I've learned (am learning) thus far since my tenure in Sis-ki-you County...
Well howdy again C.O.T. Agents (and Spies)! Here's what I've learned (am learning) thus far since my tenure in Sis-ki-you County...
1. There is absolutely no one here that is anything like me. Not in a, let's say, 50 mile radius. Or, if there is, they are even more reclusive and cynical than I am. This is not to say that there is no one here that I like...but it's doggone lonesome up in these here parts. Even the so-called "radical" post-Sixties set think I'm too extreme. They don't say this, of course...but I can tell when I hand them a Church on Thursday flyer (which states "ARM THE ARTISTS!" that they're a little offput and really want nothing to do with me.
2. The people here (as a whole) are some of the rudest motherfuckers one is likely to encounter anywhere. No, not all of them...just like not everyone who lives in Iraq is a Muslim. I already knew this and so did you if you have read Blogs of yore.
3. I really am being watched. Today, I was laying on a bench reading in the park downtown and was approached by TWO police officers. They asked if I was "okay" and I said "Yes" (because I was), and then they inquired if I might be drunk. I might be but I wasn't at that particular time (10:00 a.m.)...I was reading. Is that such abnormally suspicious behavior that it took two police officers to investigate? I guess we know the answer to that question. By the way, did you know that you cannot be a police officer if you have an IQ over 115? It's true. Maybe it's 117 or 114...but in that ballpark. My IQ is 164...I'm not a supra-genius or anything but...115? Hmmmmm. Aren't people considered "retarded" if their IQs are just shy of 100? So a police officer--if they're really smart for a cop--has an IQ about 20 points higher than a retard. And I've got an IQ FIFTY points higher than a cop?! Oh, who trusts those IQ tests anyway...well, I guess the police do if they won't let you join their exclusive ranks if you get too high of a score. Hey, and it's not my fault. Mabye I should cease referring to myself as Prince of Libanus.
Alright, I'm sick of this "Things I've Learned" list already...
BUT, I must thank Mr. Christopher Vaught for bestowing me with a copy of Wilco's A Ghost Is Born. I finally "get it" (isn't it cool when that happens?). It might be my favorite Wilco album. Sometimes music is a savior. Thanx Vaught! Anyhow...thanx for all the e.mails and poems and art and unfathomable miscellany. Happiness is a warm gun...As Ever, your loyal Prince of Libanus, FELIX

¶ 12:43 AM