Miss Jamie Dee
the progression of a memoirArchive for personal thoughts
Privacy.
So, while I really wanted to give an accurate and detailed account in my book, I’m finding that my current struggle is over the issue of privacy; both personal and that of others.
For example, some of you may know that I believe in and exercise the right to smoke ganja, despite whatever legal reprocussions I’ve encountered in the past. Publishing my use of weed as a creative tool or herbal medicine is something I would like to do, but feel apprehensive about for a few reasons. The first being that it is illegal. The second being that my family may be reading my book, and the last is it’s not exactly information I disclose readily or immediately upon introducing myself.
My argument for it is that it really kind of is just part of who I am and how I choose to enhance my physical and analytical senses. It allows me to lose myself into my surroundings and become more aware of its contents.
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the first hit home.
12:42 – After watching Lauren’s slideshow from an outside perspective, the story in the pictures, the direction, I’m truly amazed by the creativity.
12:46 – The slide show repeats as I search for the link to post it somewhere, and I watch it one more time. Then it hits me. Some of this is my story. Some of this I saw. Some of this I was a part of and a lot of those people, I know! And, the tears come.
New World Order?
The new system would operate under the USD, since it’s failing anyway, under a digital construct based on individual basis. The credit system would be backed by things of pre-existing value, by X amount of Degree. This way, value is established by the length of the digital trail from transaction to transaction.
In lamer terms, lets pretend I want to sell you a guitar. This system has been around for a bit, and you have 500 credits just sitting around. Some of these are backed; Meaning, lets say, 400 of those credits you earned from various other sources; a value can be traced back by a series of transactions so its established that those 400 credits are legitimately worth 400 credits. Several sources backed that.
Okay, you’re a musician, you make music online and sell it to people online for credits. But these are kids who aren’t part of the system yet, but they’re thinking it’s a good idea, so they buy your album for 10 credits, out of no where. These credits aren’t really backed, but you take them anyway because hey, they’ll just sit at the back of the bank and maybe some day they’ll mature, and it’s better than totally giving away my music for free.
I want to sell my guitar for 415 credits, but I know that I’ll be getting 15 credits from you that aren’t backed. Because you’re my good friend and I know you busted your old guitar last week while we were jamming out, I’ll sell you my guitar for 415 credits and call it even. But if I know half of those are going to be empty credits, I might not want to make the deal with you. Because, then my ratio of backed to unbacked credits will go up in favor of unbacked, thereby lowering my over all “rating”.
In this sense, you are required to make an informed decision of your investments at the exact moment of purchase depending on the status of another person. This would operate partially under a digital medium that profiles the person based on their backed vs. empty points, their occupation, status, etc, to determine if their unbacked points will mature in time to benefit you.
So, if I decide to take all those unbacked points anyway, knowing you’re a pretty good musician and you’re starting to get pretty well recognized by the art community, I’m thinking, what the heck, maybe they’ll be good soon. Turns out, six months later, you sold a bunch of albums and those unbacked points then get tied to the kid who bought the music with unbacked points that was given to you, and then to me for the guitar. We could trace back to where the kid got his points backed, but that’s the simple version.
Make sense? Should I go on?
Loans.
I’m having very stressful deep thoughts about this weight I all of the sudden dropped on my own shoulders. Impending student loan payments, meaning this very fine November I have to start repaying my private loans, and shortly there after in the lovely month of December start paying my federal loans. Alright. No big deal, I knew I had loans, I knew I had to repay them, I knew I had six months. Oh! There it is, the slip, the catch, the glitch! Six months? But, November, that’s, well by gosh that’s next month!
Deep breath. Turns out after I opened some mail last night I discovered that my payments are a lot sooner than I anticipated because I assumed I had six months from the time of my declared “Withdrawn” status.
In this fine situation that we’re currently in that can best be described as the calm before the storm, I have no idea what to make of all of this and its relation to me. To the lovely banks of America, and coincidentally, Bank Of America Ô , Six months ago started in May, when I was last taking classes at the University of Connecticut. As I call the offices with my big long epic story as to why I’m not going to school anymore, basically, my novel in a phone call. (haha)
As an automated woman answers my call with the same tone she’s repeated to hundreds of thousands of other phone calls, I have to enter all sorts of numbers and birth dates and zip codes and I realize to them I’m just a bunch of numbers, a serial code, a product needing to mature, and investment waiting to be backed.
My mind drifts to a scene of me, and 50,000 people, at least, ahead of me, stretched across a barren round earth with the light looms brightly just slightly at the edge, to where I’m oriented in going. In my hand is a long thin strip of paper, with a multi-digit number splayed across its surface in black ink. What am I waiting in line for? What’s at the top and who has that?
The real shock comes when I’m finally directed to go to “the AES website at www.thisquestionis.moreeasily/answered.here” or, “wait on the line for a very extended period of time because there are thousands of other people calling with the same exact story as you that they just decided to drop out right before school started too, tough shit”.
Considering the beauty of speaker phone, I put the phone down and logged on to the website, just to humor them. I took the deferment eligibility quiz, (after spending ten minutes signing up for yet another account with yet another password with yet another 5 security questions to remember the next time I need these people and forget) very quickly getting a feel for my status when, on the first question,
I can’t even check one of the possible options. Now, to humor myself, I finish taking the quiz anyway, hoping 1 out of 5 each time was pretty good. It wasn’t. Instantly, through a series of electrical impulses and computer generated programs based on a series of seven arbitrary questions related to status and not profile only, I was declined, ever so politely with a red X. Denied, Next.
And I realized that’s the issue with our credibility system. There’s a vast amount of generalized profiling going on in order to credit or discredit someone for their needs upon one another. On a vast scale, at the company level, in the case of these banks when it comes to loans, (really any kind of large scale management, centralized management, etc.) the only way the people at the bottom get a chance is if they fit a certain, narrowed level of selection while the rest of their customers have to find some other way to come up with the means they don’t have either. Unfortunately in this economy, it’s not just the disabled or the military that can’t pay their debts. It’s a vast amount of middle class, small business, majority America that pay for anything, because the network of wealth that sustained that genre of people in the past has now been sucked up by huge corporations amongst a small, by comparison, ensemble of men.
Now what?
Alright, so I’ve given myself almost exactly a month to decompress and settle out life ABM (after Burning Man) and I still haven’t decided, “now what?” In my mind I have the notion that looking for a job or trying to fully exert myself towards that is rather silly on two points:
I may be leaving again soon in Mid October for a road trip from LA back to CT with a friend of mine who’s moving and, When Ari comes back some time in October, I won’t have a vehicle of my own to use anymore.
I feel like someone’s pulled the plug and I’m now sitting naked in an empty tub, wondering where all the water went. Being at home is tougher than I imagined it; by the end of my trip the only place I wanted to be was home, and now that I’m there I’m finding it uninspiring, stressful, and depressing. Sleeping is a common occurance, when I’m not writing or waitressing or taking pictures.
My family has a certain way of living that is familiar to me, but it is hard to coexist with them. I work at night, I cook large, healthy organic meals, I have young adult angst. Every day for them is the same, so every day for me is the same.
I’m ready for these daily mood swings to end; it’s getting to the point where I’m not sure which way is up.
the decision to write a memoir at 19.
Looking back on certain influences in my life, like Slyvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Jackson pollock and and Jim Morrison, I always felt a sort of yearning or connecting towards their experiences and how they needed to express them.
Now, as I’m starting to find I’m not as well put together or collected as I thought, I’m starting to come to the point where a reason for writing this book is because it was a deeply meaningful yet almost truly impossible to express in its entirety, yet maybe with enough story telling and proper metaphor and detail I can capture it in another way I enjoy to express; Word.
Per request, and through my own personal coaxing, I have decided to post clips and snipets of stories I am trying to develop. What you read here will generally be one page, roughly explained stories. Most of the time, you won’t really need to know who any of the people really are, but if it gets too confusing let me know.
it would be appreciated if you posted comments with suggestions towards parts to be elaborated, details missing, etc. whatever you feel it is lacking.
To start things off…
Wow. I feel like I’ve fallen out of the birds nest. Straight up been kicked out into the real world to actually make decisions for myself that decided truly, what life I’ll have. With my recent decision to leave college, my seperation from my boyfriend of two years, my twenty day odyssey out west to LA and Burning Man, and now my return and adjustment to adult life, I’m paralyzed.
I’m so confused as a soul, and I’m stumbling upon there being more to the world than I cared to believe or really see for my self. I’m being awoken to patterns and to the fact that I’m not as calm or collected or put together as I fooled myself to be.
I’ve decided to keep my thoughts here and work on my book here as well. I don’t want to reveal too much of it before its complete, but we’ll see. Here’s hoping to a success!
