The Ishmael Gradsdovic Papers, part four


Part four of the Ishmael Gradsdovic papers continues, as Mr. Gradsdovic enters Cal Poly.


Monday, September 26, 1988

Well, long time no see. The 11th through the 17th was WOW week. Our group (#14) ran around and acted quite absurd all week, but we had fun, or at least I did. I've been selling friendship bracelets and making a couple of bucks that way, though I've been a less aggressive marketer lately, but I'm still very very broke.

I went to the Amnesty International concert in Oakland. I got to see Joan Baez, Youssou N'Dour, Tracy Chapman, Peter Gabriel, and Bruce Springsteen all on the same stage! Cool but $30 (no wonder I'm in debt). While in Berkeley I bought this killer purse/duffel bag at an India import place. Got some bracelets and incense while there too. Fun.

I've given my politics a lot of thought and the more I thought, the more I drifted toward nihilism. I have become completely disenchanted with the prospect of being governed. I have lost all faith in the human race as being capable of governing itself. The whole idea of government, culture, the whole shitteroo, seems repulsive to me now. I want to smash the collective years of accumulated entropy that passes for culture here. I want to be the biggest nuisence I can be to government. I reject societal norms, social values, and cultural ethos. I want to piss on a republican. I want to burn something held in high esteem. I want to propigate dadaism. I want to swap infants of unknowing couples. I want to contribute to the collapse of civilization. I want to destroy every television in America. I want to parade down Higuera during farmers' market wearing a hat and an erection. I want to glue locks of major businesses. I want to contribute to urban anarchy. I want to have intercourse with underage persons. I want to take illegal pharmacological substances. I want to espouse bizarre beliefs. I want to demand that government condone murder. I want to proclaim the second coming of christ. I want to picket a toilet. I want to spray graffiti in esperanto. I want to cause a traffic jam. I want a computer virus to destroy all data.

In other news, I went to a gay & lesbian student rap group tonight after my parenting class. I went in feeling very frightened and apprehensive, since I'm ambi- rather than homo-, but we ended up using bisexuality as the topic of the evening and lots was learned by all. I expressed frustration because they seemed so sure of what box they fit in (some talked about knowing since they were 5 years old) and I didn't fit in a box. The whole thing went positively, and I plan to go to the GLSU meeting tomorrow night.




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