Sunday Notes

A couple of great things:

One, Mother Theresa, bless her heart..

They had an article about her writings in the paper today. They were often dark and lonely. She seemed to care little for what she was doing and often felt like Jesus/God had forsaken her.

From what I can tell, the whole Christian/Liberal thing of "giving of yourself" is backwards and leads directly away from the type of warm fuzzies that folks claim it brings.

If the universe is a unified field--and scientists and spiritualists alike now have more reason than ever to believe that it is--then this type of giving is not only unnecessary but counterproductive.

The universe is an ultimately full and loving place--then what do we need to give? Isn't giving just insisting that some lack exists somewhere?

Do it if you want to, of course, but consumption--taking--gets an entirely bad rap.

If the world is a great and abundant place, then taking is our natural relationship with god/the world/etc.

This is the Judeo/Christian deep dark secret--likely the one that arose when Peter squashed Mary Magdalene's involvement with Jesus and insisted on a church that resembled some sort of male fraternity.

With no sex.

The holy grail--that many men seek their whole lives looking for--is literally a woman.

And a woman's sex. It's all there in The Da Vinci Code--the upside down v is male--a phallus--the regular v is pussy. We don't have any sort of beautific term for it.

The church is missing women--and even more obviously, sex.

Fucking.

Fucking is holy.

Communion.

And an entirely new world follows from that.

One that looks almost exactly opposite from the one we have.

Or just like the one we have but with appearance following feel at every turn.

Two..

And somewhat related..

An article about a couple in bed talking to different people on their iPhones. The wife sent a friend a text message to have the friend to tell her husband to hang up and talk to her.

It made me realize that people can't see White Gold because it's invisible. You have to want to feel it. Feel something.

And the demand is growing--constantly and quickly--but the love of mediation is strong.

White Gold--and my book The Love Artist is the first unmediated mass media.

Which means it threatens every single value this couple lying in bed have.

At least all the ones they practice.

My question--why the fuck weren't they fucking?

Why weren't they doing what they really, really wanted to do?

Because it's unmediated? Permanently?

Is that the appeal of porn? That no matter how fake the titties or the moans and grunts, that you can't ultimately make fucking a fake experience?

That you can't mediate it?

Can't erase the feel from it?

Even with the heaviest editing?

I'd like you to consider something..

just consider it.

For the next week or so.

What if our "proper", most desired, ultimate relationship with the universe was that of fucking?

What if that was how everything was supposed to feeel?

And regular fucking was the church in which we learned that?

And remember, I'm not some State College crackpot or drop out weirdo.

My credentials are impeccable--

I went to high price colleges and come from good stock.

A WASP of the highest order.

Who was supposed to go into non-profit and be nice forever.

I don't even smoke or drink.

Or eat sugar for that matter.

And what I'm coming to understand, is that it's supposed to always feel like fucking.

Bliss.

And that it starts to stop when you start thinking--when you stop feeling and get interested in production.

Production isn't a sin, of course. Exhaling, elimination and the like all have their place.

But it's a last resort.

The universe rewards those who can consume longest. Can drink in the wonder and magic all around us.

Can fuck forever.

But you've got to want to.

And it can only be done in the moment--with faith.

The future, schedules and plans--and giving--will only make you blow your wad.

Or, even worse, live limp..

When people are interested, White Gold exists.

And folks probably don't realize that the whole worrld will be re-evaluating their values from the absolute bottom up, or even think that they have time to do so..

Certainly the couple in bed doesn't think so (though their daughter tells them "Phone, No" or something similar repeatedly).

But they will. I can guarantee it.

Why?

Not because I say so--butt because it's what they want.

More than anything.

Even though they can't put down their phones.

The bottom line is that they think themselves worthless unless they are being mediated. Because that's what they've been ttold.

And--even more shocking--they believe that they can't afford to have sex.

Aren't worth having pleasure.

And that if they did even--something bad might happen to them.

When, of course, the opposite is true.

And this disparity, this disconnection--this disassociation from ourselves--only exists as long as they are afraid of consuming pleasure in the present..

And producing pain in the future.

Top 10 Reason to Invest In White Gold

--Or at least buy The Love Artist..


10. The Money, Stupid.

Every single sector on earth is moving premium. Except culture. Culture is our most imp0rtant and highly valued sector. Opportunity? You figure it out.


9. The Trade Deficit.

The US runs such a high trade deficit because what our culture excels at--creativity and freedom--is undervalued and barely pays. We'll never again compete with material goods and no one cares about consultants enough to make up the difference there. We'll run a deficit until creativity is rewarded at market rates.

And then we'll trounce motherfuckers. (On a personal note, the day when crushing dreams and aspirations as a means of socialization actually costs money instead of pays will be a great day).


8. The Environment.

As long as we have to make and move more and more material goods (and/or consultants) around to grow financially, we'll leave a torched path behind us. Only creativity is clean, labor intensive and valuable enough to grow the economy while becoming more environmentally aware.


7. A True Mass Culture.

Enough reason right here. You're grown but you're still watching movies about grown men wrestling nude and chasing Pamela Anderson around. And you think it's funny. Only higher price points for better culture will get us a better culture. The indie fucks have shot their wad and it's so sad and mopey I can't stand it. If The Corrections and Dave Eggers are anything to even mention in the greater scheme of things, then I pray god will end it now. The Love Artist kills them.


6. Better Jobs.

Want a better job? Without a product that returns more for more relaxed creation you'll be an increasingly efficient rat--by your boss' definition--for the rest of your natural born life.

Think ownership is a way out--think again--you'll either have to answer to the board, your customers, both, or compete with companies who do.

There's no where to go without a premium culture that pays a higher ROI for overt relaxed and calm creation.


5. Meaning.

Even if you win the lottery or get rich accidentally--without a meaningful culture, you won't have anything to buy that feeds you. Or people to talk to about it, or even better sex.

You can't escape.


4. It's Happening Anyway.

The drive towards our deeper desires, higher quality, and greater daily freedom is unstoppable. Human history is the history of people, economies, cultures and societies getting deeper, more real, more just, more accountable, more autonomous, and more prosperous.

Do you think you insisting you can't afford it will change the entire tide of time?


3. Time.

Glorious time. You don't have any. And you want it more than love, money and life itself.

And you (plural) won't get it like you want it without all of the above. It's all connected, and token steps won't mean much. At some point you have to put down the mouse and stop working to have free time. It doesn't matter how easy your work is.


2. Fucking.

You can have all the money and time you want--assuming you're the rare duck who miraculously escaped the pull of the economy's black hole--and you still won't be fucking like you want.

Do I know that it's strange for someone seeking investment capital to be talking like this. Of course I do, shithead, I went to Hamilton College and suffered like the rest of em. I know etiquette and brown-nosing like the rest of 'em. I was in advertising!

I just chose not to give a fuck about what you think. That makes me more valuable--even in your eyes, interestingly enough. Don't you think that's reason enough to give up control for a while--that you believe people who don't believe you more than the shitheads who do..??

Oh, and fucking--even if you've got time and money--and balls--you likely ain't fucking like you want. Or feeling like you dream. Or happy. Or intimate.

Or in love like you remember.

So what the fuck do you think that's worth?

Huh?

I can't hear you?

If it's not worth $120 a book (what mine costs), then I don't want to know you anyway.


1. It's What You Want.

The whole deal with White Gold--all the swearing and rough talk, etc.--is that what you want is HOLY.

And by holy, I mean what works. In massive accordance with divine law.

And by in accordance with divine law, I mean efficient, beautiful, warm, fun, enjoyable, relaxing, profitable, delicious, healthy, energizing, meaningful and all the rest.

Work--produce--is the lie. That you must be unhappy--must sacrifice--to be happy. Every world religion and your boss all say the same thing. Your wife says it too.

And you believed them. And they believed you. How could unhappiness yield happiness later? All unhappiness yields later is the need to deal with unhappiness.

You think you can't afford happiness. You think you can't afford to do what you want. To be who you are.

And in that instant, you make that realization true.

Cause there is a greater force in the universe, but it's love. And there's no part of love--of support--that says you're fucked up. Even when you insist you are.

So we, individually, and we, collectively, aren't going to get anywhere until we take full responsibility for who we are and what we do.

And that means doing exactly what we want.

Let me put it this way:

When you want to exhale, you first inhale.

And when you want to exhale the highest quality possible--say Hermes--you inhale the highest quality and possible.

Similarly if you were interested in elimination. You'd ingest the highest quality possible.

THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO INFLUENCE THE OUTCOME.

The process is natural. On it's own schedule.

You can't mess with it and any attempts to will do nothing but sully the results.

The same is true with production.

All you can do is consume the highest quality possible.

Thoughts, food, love, relationships, inspiration, culture--etc.

Output is natural.

It is not work.

It does not get any better when you put more time into it.

Or train harder.

In fact, those become nothing but hurdles.

What you want exists ONLY on a moment to moment basis--and it is on this basis only that such magic--such lightning--can be captured.

It may be the same thing for ten years of moments.

But it was only a moment at a time. If you ever had to write down and later read and encourage in yourself what you wanted, it wasn't really what you wanted. Not at the moment anyway.

Our entire society, culture and economy is backwards. Which is fine--there's no law against being backwards..

It's just not what we want.

We want to be present and moving forward..

Personally, spiritually, economically, culturally, socially, environmentally and institutionally.

And the ONLY way to do that is through a premium mass culture.

No one else even pretends they have an answer for all of those things.

And I believe them.

So why don't you believe me?

Or, more importantly--because I really don't matter to you--why don't you believe the inspiration you feel right now enough to act on it?

To live it?

Do you realize that ignoring it means that it will go away. And that you'll have no recourse but to feel pushed by your usual fear and dread?

Don't you understand that those are your only two options?

You either fly or you walk. Though trudge is more like it these days. I see you coming home from work. I see the uniform you wear. And the little safe freedoms you try to eek out.

And how even those get beat down.

And, how you then beat down the exact same thing in others.

So why not?

Why not take a leap of faith?

You know the entire world is not as you want.

Why not listen to the only person who tells you it's not your fault?

And that we can--and will eventually--have it all.

Right here, on this planet.

And that you can either get there sooner or later--depending on your choices.

No. that's not true either--because you can't make a mistake--so you can't prevent or even slow having it all.

Which means we must already have it all.

Why not listen to the guy who insists that you already have everything you ever want?

Huh?

Listen, we're leaving the world of the quantum--where you have a choice--and we're moving into the world of dark energy--where what we've always wanted is delivered without condition, sacrifice or effort.

How do I know? Because Hubble proved Einstein wrong. (See two posts down).

And all that remains between ourselves and the permanent enjoyment of what we've always wanted--is what we want.

And our fear of the dark.

Because to have our greatest desires delivered without condition or labor, we must give up control.

Think about it--we don't want it anyway. We only use it because we're afraid.

Of mistakes, problems, other people, irresponsibility.

Death, hunger, scarcity, loss.

No one wants to be in control, but control is all that pays.

Until now.

Open Letter To All Artists and Businesspeople

I honestly don't understand you people.

You say you're interested in making money, but don't believe in premium culture.

People, even water has gone premium. Why on earth wouldn't you think that books, movies, magazines and music--our most important and revered products--wouldn't?

Because that's the way it's been?

Y'all stupid.

The world used to be flat, too. And the sun used to revolve around it.

And the first motherfuckers that figured out it wasn't made a shitload of money.

Got the best real estate, made history--I don't know, what the fuck motivates you?

Close off your scared pea brain and do the math:

Coke is selling bottled tap water for $1.50 a bottle--it wouldn't even matter if premium culture was any better--people simply want premium.

Do you think it's a sin?

Elitist?

Or do you just not believe in the market mechanism as a means to produce and ensure quality and variety?

A bunch of Stalinists in $3,000 suits as far as I can figure.

And y'all love social realism--the worst art ever made.

Hell, if you're the first, you could even just swap price tags and you'd get rich.

Don't you fucking get it?

Some consumers know the difference, some don't.

Some just have had a bad day and are looking to drop some cash.

But consumers knowing the difference matters about as much as cell phone buyers having boned up on Tesla (the father of modern wireless communication--and AC current, by the way).

All that matters is that the best ideas are rewarded.

In fact, interesting anecdote--

Tesla sold his patents to Westinghouse for some money and a royalty of $2.50 for every unit of horsepower that was sold using his system.

When the investment bankers (Morgan) got their hands in it--ostensibly to consolidate what was then a messy mix of direct current and incompatible alternating current systems--they told Westinghouse the royalty had to go or their standard would never fly.

To get his system adapted, Tesla gave up his royalty--which was, at the time, likely worth at least a billion dollars.

The system got adapted and Tesla--a number of years later--eventually found himself without enough funding to carry on his research.

Who knows what advances were lost because he gave up that royalty-he was working on the wireless transmission of power, and if his track record was any indication, he was likely years ahead of his time.

Similarly, our culture is stuck because the money people don't have the vision to see what their money can do and the artists don't have the balls to set their own prices.

Stupid fucks.

And when premium pricing for content breaks big--and goes around the world faster than any meme in history--you're going to be sitting there like the jackass who passed on Microsoft times a hundred.

Or Pete Best.

Times twenty.

And don't come kissing my ass then--even if you already know me. I know exactly where people stand with the business of premium culture.

Personally I don't care--but don't come at me professionally once the ship has left the port like you knew from the start.

You didn't know shit.

And there will be villas on Lake Cuomo for shmos who put down even $700,000..

Helicopters and Gulfstreams and private islands for four-time losers who decided that $300,000 might be worth seeing if this life had more in store for them than managing a Kwikee-Mart.

My family doesn't believe, my friends don't believe--I no longer see how anything ELSE can happen.

As audiences fragment, prices per instance must rise. Ask the music industry how it plans to grow in the next five years.

And they're just the first to go digital. Comcast already has an on demand cable tv channel--Channel 1--what do you think on demand programming will do for network television?

Kill it.

And what will on demand first run movies do for theatres?

It's not some moral question, it's just math.

And what people want.

The business of mass culture will collapse unless prices are raised.

And raised prices will not be able to compete unless the creators do a better job at reaching niches.

Which can't be done without price differentiation.

And once you pussies realize that paying for quality isn't a sin in your fucked up, dark and sad little counter-culture, and that having health insurance and heat isn't going to corrupt your ability to sing (and that includes The Rolling Stones and Kanye West, by the way--who would think that guys that talk so tough about "Brown Sugar" and "Wait 'til I Get My Money Straight" would go so completely limp-dicked when they meet with the suits about pricing?)...

--Once the whites figure out that having money isn't a sin..

--And blacks--I don't know what they need to figure out--maybe that being in charge and shot-calling in the straight, business world isn't a sin? I know they're not scared of appearing to have money like white folks are..

And once everyone figures out that you get what you pay for..

And only get what you pay for.

Then it's on.

I'll put it down to Jay-Z, 50 Cent, Kanye, Timbo and Dre right now: your shit is better--why aren't we paying more for it?

Why is your shit the same price as some Jessica Simpson filler?

Ice Cube--why are you working on "When Do We Get There 14" when you should be set for life telling the truth?

Why aren't your CDs $25? Or $40 even?

These motherfuckers pay more for lattes in a week than they do to feel what's real.

Why aren't your hits $5 a download? Your films $16?

Aren't you in charge? Is there anyone who can replace what you do?

Or is it the marketing people? The woman who workaholicly, and unhappily puts together the Happy Meal promotions for your shit? Did she make NWA? Eminem?

You're the Teslas, the Edisons, the Einsteins, the Shakespeares--why aren't you in charge?

Don't you trust yourself?

Aren't you motherfucking Gs like all your albums say?

Why don't you set the price? Why don't you call the shots?

All this talk about being ballers and getting all the pussy you want--why don't you walk down to Warner Brothers with your million dollar dookey rope and tell them your shit is now at least $2 per download.

They don't own you do they?

Cause as it is, you're running with Hillary Duff's sophmore release. And you're priced the same as my friends who goof around in their bedrooms and put it up for fun.

Which is like a four-star chef peddling lobster off a raggedy-ass street cart with 'Elotes" and "Shave Ise" scrawled on the side with a Sharpee.

You played yourself.

You guys make more off ring tones than you do off of your soul.

The suits got you touring like bitches. Breaking up your family, missing your kids and wives. Doing photo shoots and calling radio stations like you're trying to impress some drop-out DJ. Going out to lunch with 25 year-old writers from SPIN who make $25K a year.

When you could be dropping songs with your feet up.

Or at least living the life you sing about.

As it is you're working like you've got a job.

What's up with that?

As for businessfolks--y'all just scared and blind. I don't know what to say to y'all.

Artists at least know what they're worth and feel it when they punk themselves.

Y'all I don't even know.

Maybe you have enough Basquiats that you feel cool.

If you don't have Basquiats, then what the fuck have you been doing--getting comfortable at your old job?

Resting?

Waiting for that extra hundred thou to vest?

Y'all are small timers.

Small time rhymers.

Except you don't even rhyme.

Or have any time. (I'll ignore that you dress not unlike mimes and squinch your ass just like dimes.)

Fuck all y'all.