oblio… i finally came back to read what you would say. after all when one exposes one self that way, one is afraid of what may be said.

what you said was GRAND.

i HAVE learned, but havent learned how to work people. so i am still a cork on the roiling sea.

i teamed up with a doc. its a good relationship. he has 40 years experience in genetics and eventually genomics… i have no degrees, and such, and he is amazed that we can have a one on one like he does with tops in their fields.

so i guess there is a consolation prize there. but to tell you another thing i learned. people who love you will abandon you rather than see you suffer.

you can ask neo, as she has seen some of my art work, and more private stuff. (my name is too unique so i cant post that. there are literally only a handful of us in the world, and so tracking me down by name is VERY easy).

I have incredible beauty in my life. and the few freinds i do have, are the kind that people wish they had one of. my wife and i are solid, and things are good there. both families love each other, so you cant ask for more.

i wish i could send neo a few pieces of art, and she can put them up to show you. maybe others too and we can have a art show of neo neocon attendees.. (i am in my first art show today… its an employee one at the hospital, but what the heck)

i am VERY lucky oblio, and please dont think that by knowing my bad, i dont see the good. i have incredible good. so maybe its unfair to want more? i dont know… but i do know that if i had more i would do more, and that in itself generates much good.

on another note, i have a famous author friend, who i am very glad we have become good friends. he is willing to edit my posts, and write with me. a really great guy working hard. we have already teamed up on one thing, as he liked a premise and then made a sick story out of it. what fun… (he was worried that i wouldnt like it. but i told him i loved it. i wouldnt have written that, but thats teh fun part. and i refused to critique it since i told him that that would change his artwork because he respects me. so i wont do that. but what fun!)

you summed up things so well… and no, i was more prepared on some levels than others… growing up in a area of the bronx where the newspapers LITERALLY compared my neighborhood to dresden but no bombs (i can find the article that way too).

so i had a life that was not elite and white tower and away from life. but in other areas, like you mention the patron and such, i missed so many ops, and now are in the shits. (the patrons i did have come to me, tended to be socialist fellow travelers who thought how much i could do if they could move me).

others tended to have the desire, but not the will. they never realized how tough, important and such things are.

thanks oblio. thank you so very much for taking me seriously. i dont get a lot of that. as i said, its very lonley when there is no one to talk with that understands the subject. 🙂

but that doesnt mean that these people are bad, or insufficient, or anything. it just means we have otehr common ground and i love them, and just accept that we meet on their beach, never mine.

in some ways i was well prepared, in other ways my parents believed the future, and so thought i wouldnt need those things. in a way, i was declawed till later. now i am not, but i am past the years where they see a young man and want to help.

now i am old and they would rather i go away

You were sent out unprepared and unsupported. For what it’s worth, I tell my son, who is a freshman in college, to stay on the lookout for the “cheap shot” from the blindside. Did anyone tell you that? Your social weaknesses magnified the problem (you can’t read faces).

But did you learn? Are you coming back? Are there Second Acts in our lives? Is there more richness and beauty than anyone can imagine, even though there is loneliness and frustration? Hell, artfldgr, we have a movie.

See, there IS a story in there, and people would want to read it. But don’t romanticize it.

…and as to whether they’re actually approving socialists or not? – I seriously doubt it.

Most of these “socialism approvers” likely couldn’t give you definition of socialism if you let ’em look it up first in the dictionary (IF they even knew how to use a dictionary).

…and as to whether we should start worrying about this or not? – Not really: because we’ve already been “worriting over” the underedumacated products of the American public school systems the leftist Academy has been churning out for decades.

What we need to do is take the educational system back. Again.

here is what you made me think.. and i didnt know you were writing more.. lets just call this enough about me… i am not that important… but i do like to connect and be a part of the converstation with interesting things…

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Oblio,
I just realized that it would be better as a moral story..

It would be about a boy who loved people, and wanted to be with them, but was different than them. so he went about trying to do things so well that people would like him, and maybe ignore that he spoke funny, had red hair, used big words, etc.

He worked so hard he achieved reaching Carnegie hall, and Avery fischer hall, while later attending a very prestigious high school.

And ya know what he found out?

He found out that doing things really well will make you hated. He found out that being different was only good if they loved that difference, otherwise nothing will cure them. he found out that doing really really well was not a ticket to anywhere. All it did was give you permission to sit next to others in the special room and then try to get somewhere rather than not being allowed to try. He learned that if you invent something that really helps and can do good for people, people wont help because they don’t understand it, if they did, then they wouldn’t need you to invent it. he learned that the more you help people the more they dislike you (America should learn from that one).

He also learned the hardest lesson. That when he was smaller, and so smart, and they treated him so special, he wasn’t really special. If my family didn’t teach me that, and that I am only who I am, and it has no bearing on others, as others have no bearing on me, I might not have survived when the magic went away.

I learned that everyone thinks they are very very smart, and so once you grow up, you have no way to distinguish yourself from posers. (and that everyone thinks everyone else is a poser). And as a corrilary to the invention phrase above, if you try to prove it, they attack you cause they don’t understand it, and so think your bs them, not smarter than them (they get angry cause inside they think that your cheating them).

Oh, and they get VERY angry that they think that your smarts give you things in the world that it just doesn’t do. who makes more the smart or the manipulative? Do phds make more than MBAs? Who is smarter? Who gets the girls? Who makes the money? I learned that your punished for acquiring things you never acquired.

Oh… and I learned that others would rather manipulate you, use you, steal from you, tease out things from you, foul you up, and more… rather than team up with you for mutual benefit. they would rather destroy what they don’t have (spite), than share it when freely given.

There is a lto more..

But when you are actually smarter than most people, the only real difference is that you can hit the buzzer faster on more facts than them. you can make change qucker.

But you are also not allowed to be with them. they wont let you. and if your kicked out of the white tower for diversity reasons, fouled with bad advice, its nigh impossible to meet others who are like you.

There are 1.1 million students in ny city. The top 1200 go to Brooklyn tech, Stuyvesant, and Bronx Science… where I work, I have met 5 people who came from science, in my life outside, only met one…

I also know what profound and utter loneliness is. what it is for everyone to dictate to you how to speak, how you should act, how to help you be liked, and on and on… but always telling you to be someone different than you are. “maybe you can stoop to their level” maybe you can tell me how to measure their level so I know what it is?

A person with lower IQ has a much easier time finding common interests. A person with a very high IQ is abused because their interests are not common.

You have no way to connect with anyone. How can you. they wont even ask you a question if they don’t understand anything. they will change the subject to their interests (then get upset you know more than they do, or rather deeper than they do).

They will discuss all kinds of things, like how crystals can hold emotional energy, a complete and huge mythological arcane of how the world works, but because its closer to reality than faeiries, they think its real. you hear them talk about stuff and they don’t know where their idea of it came from. oh, and god help you if they are having difficulty, you want to help, and you walk over and fix it for them with ease. They are not appreciative… in fact; your better off letting them cut their hand off first!!!

So you end up being well versed in the mythologies, the arcane, the ‘facts’. So that you can pretend to be like them, for they sure wont let you teach them.

But loneliness is the worst Oblio.

The story would be about a very lonely boy who realized that he would NEVER not feel that way, then learned to live with it.

and learned to love people despite the abuse. For like another man who had it worse than me once said. They know not what they do, how could they?

You need to reframe the way you think about the purpose of writing a book, and for that I will refer to the great Dr. Johnson: “Depend upon it, sir, no one but a blockhead ever wrote except for money.” Money and the connections that come with success help most things. I say this because you spend a lot of time writing about your frustrations.

Beyond that, if your story becomes widely read, you will change the way people think about things. I think you write so much here because you want to change the way people think. And people in general react more strongly to stories than to abstract theories.

Your editor needs not only to help you tighten up your prose, but to help you conceptualize the story so that you are showing your story and the conflicts, and your mistakes and adventures, not simply summarizing your conclusions. You should look at Malcolm Gladwell’s treatment of Chris Langan in Outliers as evidence that there is demand.

actually i have a freind that has volunteered to edit even my posts. he is a famous author, and i helped him through the early days when things were happening to him and he didnt know a damn thing (and so would slide to the self destructive). a great guy… (stephen king wrote a blurble to his work and he did for one of kings books).

my life is not all that interesting from a literary viewpoint… its useful as far as examples of what happens in the world and one small part of it…

yeah i know you could have written that to be sarcastic, but i have no way of knowing. (you would be surprised at the suggestions i get that are serious).

i just came from a family of doers. thats all. and they fit the ideolized progressive model.. what progressive think they are making but not. had complete freedom as a child, but that was tempered by responsitiliby for my own actions. no rebelling in my family, cant do it, its impossible. you have nothing to push against. son said to me (raised away from me), that he wasnt going to be like me. and so on.. usually a hurtful kind of thing for a father, but in my family, he is his own person, and if thats what he wants, its fine with me, as long as he is aware and willing to accept the consequences.

i guess if you just get up off your butt (not commenting to you oblio, you have obviously gotten off your duff), and just go out in the world, you will ahev marvelous adventures…

i look at people who walk in place looking at a mirror and cant understand why they do that. i live in ny, but anywhere would be the same, for i take a camera, and i walk aroudn the city and take pictures.

doesnt sound like much… but just that simple healthful act, brings LIFE to life…

who will i meet today? who will ask me a question. waht conversation will i have, if any? what will i see?what will happen?

doing that got me signed to a top agency… then i started dioign more formal work on the side, and float in and out as i feel like it. but now when i go out, i meet people like salmon rusdie, or a top designer..

and they are no diffeernt than everyone else… so writing a memoir would really be promoting the thing that i find farcicle from the other side.

taht is the concept that some are special. i have been on that other side, and stood there with the famous who are annoyed that they ahve to stand there and be looked at like a zoo animal. but its their job… i have had fun and been in the crowd to see how people think… and have them tell me stuff… and so on… and then walk over and to to the other side of that line they cant cross.

the whole world is lilke this… and most of what we carry with us day to day is false views… i just got tired of being lied to, and told what things were like by people who have never even been there.

so i just went there. more attitude than anything else. and mom and dad and grandparents tauight that.

Oblio, if i eve do write that thing and someone actually wanted to read it… well, i will leave a copy for you… 🙂

and to top the leftist getting back to nature and the noble savage over the top today.

New mother eats her baby’s placenta. (And, we thought Nadya Suleman had issues).

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