Monday, December 17, 2007

farmer in the deli

ok so i had this dream last night that i was in farmer in the deli. for those of you who dont know what it is, it is a deli on myrtle ave in brooklyn where i live. it is run well by arabic and mexican dudes. they run it like clockwork. your in and out with a sandwich the size of a cat in 5 minutes or so and it is always less than 6 bucks.

however, in my dream this afternoon (its 1:15 and i woke up recently), farmer in the deli was like one of those elks club places and it was a bunch of old white people running the place. men and women who seemingly, in reality, have nothing to do after their retirement and just fill time with these activities. except the old man who was helping KEPT FUCKING WITH ME. i alwasy get the same thing at "f in the d": roast beef and munster, with lettuce tomato, mayo, oil and vinegar and sweet peppers.

i had to tell this mother fucker time and time again to make me this sandwich and would give me suggestions as to what a better sandwich was. meanwhile the store has gotten larger and my brother and his friends are sitting down waiting for me. (they have sushi for some reason). so finally this old fucker makes me my sandwich after arguing about nothing. so finally he gets to making the sandwich and i watch him put turkey and pickles on it. so im like what the fuck and he just hands me the sandwich over the counter. i dont know what to do so i just look down at it. then he hands me like 1/4 pound of salami for ME to put on my sandwich which is now on my side of the sneeze glass. then hands me a whole pickle to put on it.

at this point i dont care and i just want my sandwich. so he finishes, FINALLY, and writes down the price on the wrapper (like they do in the real f in the d, and thats what we call it so fuck off) and its fucking 23 dollars!

so i obviously lose it on this guy and as i lose it towards him, he sort of sneaks along the back wall behind the other old people making sandwiches and lights up a cigarette. so im yelling at him and he's smirking because he pissed a youngin off (and btw this guy is really content and though i was asleep i was fucking MAD). so finally i confront this guy after he sort of gives me the spin-juke move over and over again as i get near to facing him and talking to him. and i say my first piece.

Section A of the tell off was "ive been coming here for years and it never costs more than 6 bucks!' he laughs.

Section B of the tell off was "and you didnt even give me what i asked for! and then charged me for that!". but as soon as i was about to really REALLY lay it on him, the fucking kitchen lights on fire (i dont seee it i just know thats whats happening because people are looking in room that is on fire. trust me.)

so here i was yelling over pandemonium at an old man who purposely pissed me off via my sandwich. that old ass mother fucker. so needless to say i have been up now for fifteen minutes and im annoyed and i want a sandwich.

Monday, December 10, 2007

things that make me nervous

my thesis project has become more and more complicated the more i work on it. the thesis, as a pratt senior, is only a chapter in this novel, apparently.

i started writing it about a year and a half ago. it began as a sort of experience where the main character is one of our world and finds himself in another where humans are not the dominant species. that idea came about from the things i see in our modern world; the energy crisis, the fact that corporations rule our world, and the irresponsibility of the people who are influenced by the coporate-mandated media. my father is a geologist so i am constantly in arms length reach of scientific research and progress of today, which is a big influence on my behavior and art.

i decided that making this a linear project would be less interesting than making it exist in the dream world, which is where the fro character comes in. the entire thing takes place in this man's coma and the character from our world with gasoline, elctricity, and television is actually the last part of his consiousness personified. sort of a wake up beacon.

eventually this developed into a deeper story when i began to listen to the mars volta's "de-loused in the comatorium" religiously. i found out that the idea of a man in a coma is pretty much the idea of "de-loused" as it fictionally re-tells the story of julio venegas, a friend and mentor to cedric and omar from the mars volta.

a few months later i was bored at work and decided to google my name, a rare one. upon looking not to far, i found that there is in fact another dan mountain who uses the internet. sort of. it turns out that this particular dan mountain experienced going into a coma, waking up, and writing about it. he made an album with a man named mark black.

fuckin weird right?

it gets better.

i have a big problem with corporations, churches, and mass media. and stupid people that just willingly believe what they see or hear, rather than think. church, corporations, and mass media want people to be stupid, want people to have the attention span of lab rats, and just willingly spend spend spend. so i developed a colony to resemble the original colonists of north america. so now in the story there are two types of society. those one the forest side of the fence, where monsters and danger lurks daily, and those on the other side of the fence, where you can only enter upon signing a form that gives up all of your human rights and responsibility.

at a bar one night my friend autumn was telling me about adolus huxley's "brave new world". now, i have never read this book, but she explained that there is the same sort of concept going along in that particular novel. a barrier between a "civilized" and "uncivilized" society.

today, i am working on the thesis, and i read (past tense) up on the mars volta's second album "frances the mute" which is about a diary found by one of the former, unfortunately deceased members of the band, Jeremy Ward. it turns out that the diary found was about a person who never knew their biological parents and their search for them.

i read this today, december 10, 2007, but developed the same sort of idea for the fro character, Murphy, named after Murphy's law because this man is bad luck.

why is it that i get things already?

i can understand the mars volta-ness because i listen to them all the time, but honestly i dont know the lyrics nor do i try to decipher them because they are so cryptic. maybe its the feeling of the music. they say they sort of imagine movies happening to their music, and its sort of free form.

but why the other stuff? i dont think i am unorignial because the way i came up with them was out of the air essentially, from feelings i have about the world and people i know or knew.

so what the fuck!

i think in a few days ill re-write this. but i have work to do now

Saturday, December 8, 2007

december 8, 2007

i saw a homeless man was in front of my apartment this morning collecting soda cans. as i am writing this i can hear him rummaging through the garbage collecting more.

upon crossing his path to my front door i gave him my last 5 dollars.

i think john lennon might enjoy that.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

the first post

i wonder how into this thing im going to get...i should be working but you know how that goes. in fact, i bet if your reading this, you yourself are not doing work. SO GET BACK TO YOUR WORK! :)