I'm just going to be up-front about it, I'm kind of radical and the stuff you're about to read may sound crazy or totally realistic. I once felt nervous that an employer Googled me. I have a lot of different aspects to my life and don't know what might pop up, but my last search on myself came up with a reasonable sample of my life. But I am not supposed to be listed on doctor.com as a physician. They must've bought a list of residents from my previous program or something. It says I practice in Sylmar!
Anyway, to my prospective employer, please take my application seriously. Although you may ask yourself why I am applying for your company at this time in the history of my life, I am sure that if you read about me and think I'm interesting and think I would be a good fit for your cause, I will be able to make a commitment.
Thanks for reading!
-S
Friday, November 21, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
My phone just went berserk... surprise!
I just posted craigslist ads about my consulting/writing services in Chicago (to be changed to WDC in January, if this keeps up).
One section of my blog belongs to the O in my pocket and because of my duty, I'll write some stuff for free about the state of the world, according to my records. Believe or do not believe, we have multiple levels of communication possible between humans and I have psychic dialogue with frickin' dozens of people, all day long, everyday. There is a "Not Ashamed" postcard from this cool church my sister and her family belong to. "Just speak the god shit," say some. I have Barack Obama on my phone because he believes in all kinds of stuff and the Christian God is one of them and like millions of people, the world over, he kinda thinks I'm a prophet or something. I don't get grandiose about this deal because a) sometimes it hella sucks, b) it's dangerous being on such a pedestal, c) I am only one of many, d) the deal in my being that allows me to take on this kind of spiritual responsibility is necessarily balanced by a lot of humility or I would be more vulnerable to succumbing to power - the deal breaker for any leader, humanistically speaking.
So, if Barack wants to hire me as an advisor, why can't he? He has lots of advisors to help him understand all the industries and sectors necessary to serve the people of the world and the US. He wants to be a good president and have the best advisors with the best abilities and connections and all that. Why risk losing information and not take advantage of my gifts in order to better understand the needs of people and how to get their needs met? Advisors have no decision-making ability, technically and so my threat to power would be on par with all the other advisors that surround the American President. WE KNOW there are old cronies, JFK-style in the loops that command the barriers that prevent the president-elect from hiring me, per our agreements that we discuss through this medium that people may or may not believe. Who wants to get caught not-believing, denying the consequences of our actions and fucking the planet up for humanity? Not Barack Obama. (this is kinda cool being so bold. -S) So, we'll be working on bridging the connection on the physical plane.
Work back-up plans. In case I remain unfree, in a modern version of Nelson Mandela-style or something, I will be looking for work via craigslist. If I'm not going to be advising the President, I don't want to live somewhere cold. I'm bitter about Northern California. I have another sister in San Diego and once saw a pretty sweet job with a pharmaceutical company down there as a clinical liaison. I would love to be hired for the sake of my morality in medicine and have the chance to influence that industry. Like with Washington, the insubordinance is understood, as is the chain of command, by which I mean that I know how these systems work and how not to rock boats, but if you turn away the motherfucking hermit, it's not my problem. For the younger generations and those not familiar with tarot symbols, The Hermit is like the old beggar woman in Beauty and the Beast whom the prince turns away.
At some point: Utah adventures.
One section of my blog belongs to the O in my pocket and because of my duty, I'll write some stuff for free about the state of the world, according to my records. Believe or do not believe, we have multiple levels of communication possible between humans and I have psychic dialogue with frickin' dozens of people, all day long, everyday. There is a "Not Ashamed" postcard from this cool church my sister and her family belong to. "Just speak the god shit," say some. I have Barack Obama on my phone because he believes in all kinds of stuff and the Christian God is one of them and like millions of people, the world over, he kinda thinks I'm a prophet or something. I don't get grandiose about this deal because a) sometimes it hella sucks, b) it's dangerous being on such a pedestal, c) I am only one of many, d) the deal in my being that allows me to take on this kind of spiritual responsibility is necessarily balanced by a lot of humility or I would be more vulnerable to succumbing to power - the deal breaker for any leader, humanistically speaking.
So, if Barack wants to hire me as an advisor, why can't he? He has lots of advisors to help him understand all the industries and sectors necessary to serve the people of the world and the US. He wants to be a good president and have the best advisors with the best abilities and connections and all that. Why risk losing information and not take advantage of my gifts in order to better understand the needs of people and how to get their needs met? Advisors have no decision-making ability, technically and so my threat to power would be on par with all the other advisors that surround the American President. WE KNOW there are old cronies, JFK-style in the loops that command the barriers that prevent the president-elect from hiring me, per our agreements that we discuss through this medium that people may or may not believe. Who wants to get caught not-believing, denying the consequences of our actions and fucking the planet up for humanity? Not Barack Obama. (this is kinda cool being so bold. -S) So, we'll be working on bridging the connection on the physical plane.
Work back-up plans. In case I remain unfree, in a modern version of Nelson Mandela-style or something, I will be looking for work via craigslist. If I'm not going to be advising the President, I don't want to live somewhere cold. I'm bitter about Northern California. I have another sister in San Diego and once saw a pretty sweet job with a pharmaceutical company down there as a clinical liaison. I would love to be hired for the sake of my morality in medicine and have the chance to influence that industry. Like with Washington, the insubordinance is understood, as is the chain of command, by which I mean that I know how these systems work and how not to rock boats, but if you turn away the motherfucking hermit, it's not my problem. For the younger generations and those not familiar with tarot symbols, The Hermit is like the old beggar woman in Beauty and the Beast whom the prince turns away.
At some point: Utah adventures.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Like Tom Tomorrow... if only I wrote a comic strip.
Work. Washington in January. Hopefully with some type of sign-on bonus as soon as possible. Hollywood is reportedly authorized for “258,” by the incoming administration. S will be introduced with transparency about world events, as we’ve experienced them. We will write the policies necessary to create peace as much as possible, within our representative checked and balanced system of government, and use these consciousness gifts and connections to the best of our ability to serve and represent people responsibly, as their leaders. Yeay!
Chicago now? Sure! Except that it’s so much cheaper to fly to Wisconsin.
Chicago now? Sure! Except that it’s so much cheaper to fly to Wisconsin.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Are we making history on Tuesday? Oh!
I am canvassing Las Vegas for Barack Obama and having a helluva time at it. I love engaging people in conversation in general and to what end this time? It’s crazy and fun and new all in one job. Discovered in Las Vegas indeed. I went undercover as a street performer until the political hoop was dangled before me again and I started working for a non-profit organization that mounted a big effort here in Nevada, notably a swing state.
It’s bizarre that I grew up in Nevada and when I recapitulated Reno in January, I went canvassing for the first time (for Ron Paul) and began my journey into politics. I prefer the JedI Temple to the Senate, but there is a theoretical democracy at play in the U.S. and the decision-makers do affect people’s lives, so I guess I gotta be involved. Humans! Duty.
I coined the catch-phrase that is the title of this piece while street-canvassing locals. Some people feel weird when asked for whom they voted, which is somewhat understandable. Very few people are answering their doors at this point, having been canvassed to tears (haha). But I have a knack for going up to strangers on the street and talking. I have actually identified a number of folks who needed (702)455-VOTE to get information and/or a ride to get to the polls on Tuesday. Did you know that Bush won Nevada in 2004 by only 12 votes per precinct (roughly a zip-code!)? Imagine how many factors-of-12 people couldn’t get a ride or were occupied with work and life in the short window of 7a-7p? It’s compelling. I think there would be some serious April 26, 1992 action if Barack loses the election at this point.
Some people know my history with this election, which slipped out as not authorized during rap-practice at work one day. I had the most interesting conversation on the bus this evening. I met a fellow Obama-canvasser working with a different group to Get Out The Vote here in Vegas. She told me about a website that has a script that is very convincing to the reader about how key their opinion is for the election and she used my name as an example. I play around with the veracity of that. I laugh to distract myself from what I’ve endured, which while tragic is flattering. My view on politics is jaded to the point of laughing in the face of madness. “I’ll vote when we have a democracy!” is a catch-phrase that I started in April of this year. But for now, we do have a choice between one party and another and one is much more cOmpatible with sustainaBility, so I’m Barack’ing the vote.
It’s bizarre that I grew up in Nevada and when I recapitulated Reno in January, I went canvassing for the first time (for Ron Paul) and began my journey into politics. I prefer the JedI Temple to the Senate, but there is a theoretical democracy at play in the U.S. and the decision-makers do affect people’s lives, so I guess I gotta be involved. Humans! Duty.
I coined the catch-phrase that is the title of this piece while street-canvassing locals. Some people feel weird when asked for whom they voted, which is somewhat understandable. Very few people are answering their doors at this point, having been canvassed to tears (haha). But I have a knack for going up to strangers on the street and talking. I have actually identified a number of folks who needed (702)455-VOTE to get information and/or a ride to get to the polls on Tuesday. Did you know that Bush won Nevada in 2004 by only 12 votes per precinct (roughly a zip-code!)? Imagine how many factors-of-12 people couldn’t get a ride or were occupied with work and life in the short window of 7a-7p? It’s compelling. I think there would be some serious April 26, 1992 action if Barack loses the election at this point.
Some people know my history with this election, which slipped out as not authorized during rap-practice at work one day. I had the most interesting conversation on the bus this evening. I met a fellow Obama-canvasser working with a different group to Get Out The Vote here in Vegas. She told me about a website that has a script that is very convincing to the reader about how key their opinion is for the election and she used my name as an example. I play around with the veracity of that. I laugh to distract myself from what I’ve endured, which while tragic is flattering. My view on politics is jaded to the point of laughing in the face of madness. “I’ll vote when we have a democracy!” is a catch-phrase that I started in April of this year. But for now, we do have a choice between one party and another and one is much more cOmpatible with sustainaBility, so I’m Barack’ing the vote.
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