The Franz Kafka Pen From Montblanc

Not sure how current a topic this is but it's new to me.

I like this pen and I dislike this pen.

I dislike the pen because it's a fucking rediculous idea. Franz Kafka's works weren't even supposed to be published (he wished them not to be) and a hoity toity fuck face of a company like Montblanc put's out a pen to "commemorate" him. Let me tell you something; when you hear the word "commemorate" it's just nothing more than a respectable word for merchandising the fuck out of someone who's been dead way too long to fucking sue you. What's next? Rolex gonna come out with a Christopher Marlowe edition wristwatch?

I like the pen because it's as nice as fuck and I can't afford it. I figure, if I own his Kafka's books, which he never wanted published in the first place, what's the harm in having that pen too? I know, I'm contradicting myself now. Okay, another reason I like the pen is cause it gives me a cheap thrill to walk into a snooty tootie store like La Swiss to ask them if they have the pen. They don't and then they ask "Who's Franz Kafka?" For once I can raise my nose at people like them. Kafka would have loved that!

Holophonic Sound

I had the day off today and while surfing the net I was reminded of a virtual haircut recording that someone let me listen to once. I wanted to hear it again so I downloaded it off of limewire (search: virtual haircut.) Later on I found a whole bunch of other cool recordings too using bit torrent.

I was opened up to a whole new world today. The thing that makes me laugh is that this is such old technology yet it blows away any other surround sound system I've heard.

Almost a fucking year!

Okay, been a almost a year now since my last post. I've been caught up in a lot of shit, some good and some bad. I think the main reason for the lack of posts is that I'm pretty much writing to myself. This blog gets virtually no traffic. It's very easy to lose interest. Gonna try this writing thing again. I find that when I'm writing my mind is on track.


It's been almost a year so I should have no trouble finding inspiration. Remnant’s of a year of discovery is coming your way. I'm gonna just keep writing, even if it's just to myself.



One new thing; I've adopted a nickname over the past year. I now like to go by Totò. I like it.

I'm popular!

The stupid public has done it again. This time they have created a database that helps link names to faces and who those names and faces are associated with. Well okay, it wasn't just the stupid public alone, vanity did it's part too. Nevertheless, it was just that easy.

I was stupid enough to sign up too, but not stupid enough to post a picture of myself. I was a little more cautious after I signed up and it stormed my g-mail account to find other members for me (not knowing it was gonna do that) to alert them that I had signed up too.

For those of you who don't know; I'm talking about Facebook.

It's Saturday Night.

I turn on my television and change the channel to CBC only to find Tampa Bay playing New Jersey. So much for "Hocky Night in Canada."

This Means War!

Domenic A. Nikkanic has written a new letter to Wendy's. This could get ugly:

http://www.fartistic.com/wendystwo.pdf

To read more Nikkanic letters visit: http://www.fartistic.com

A good old fashioned modern day hangin, yeehaw!

I'm always a couple of days behind when it comes to world events. This is due to the fact that I don't watch the news. If I did watch the news I'd be about two years behind on world events.

Apparently, they hung this Saddam Hussein fellow yesterday or the day before. I caught video footage of it on You Tube. As I watched I couldn't help but think that what I was seeing was the most widely watched snuff film/video in history. Of course there is no clear definition of what constitutes a snuff film/video, but if you go by most descriptions, the footage I saw definitely fell into the snuff film/video category. This was worst of ways to end a year.

A good portion of humankind has lost respect for many things over the past hundred years. Some have now hit rock bottom. Some have now even lost respect for death. Without respect for death, there is no respect for life.

My biggest hope for 2007 is that hunankind redeems at least some of what it has lost along the way.

P.S. I feel stupid for even having to say this, but there are those who misinterpret even the simplest of statements: What I have written is in sympathy of humankind, not in sympathy of Saddam Hussein.