Friday, September 4, 2020

The realest place on earth


(Swimming in Vegas)


We arrived and went swimming over at our friends' house, twice. It is that hot here. The boy and I went over during the heat of the day, which was about 110 degrees. It is supposed to get just as hot today, also. I have underwater pictures of the boy and I being fools, but they are still on the camera and I am in no mood for extra activity. 

(Okay - I caved and dug the camera out).

Tonight we will go into Vegas - the Strip. We may only drive in and show the boy all of the ostentatious structures, the other hotels that are all themed-to-succeed. 

Vegas is one of the few places I have been in which the architecture appears to be a perfect match to the intellect of the viewer. If you find yourself on the Las Vegas Strip you will be treated to the precise visual delights that you are most capable of consuming and understanding. This is the result of the commonest minds hardly being able to make the distinction between fascination and contemplation. Or the shorter version: most people seem perpetually unsure of what they are looking at, but they know when it exceeds their expectations. Never quite knowing what to expect plays an important role in this visual and intellectual process, etc. 

Having too many expectations might ruin experiences in Vegas, the French Quarter of New Orleans, and of course the red light district of Amsterdam. Or, that is what I have discovered in my research. 

I may have even more to say about Vegas tomorrow. I will be attempting to see it through the eyes of an eight year old, which seems just about ideal to the experience itself. A child's mind is precisely the right tool for the job. In the car on the ride home I will try to remember to ask him how he thinks Vegas compares with Disney World. That should be good for a useful understanding of what Vegas really means.


I have never understood it - the allure of Vegas - though some have tried to explain it to me before. I used to be a performance artist - or rather: a DJ. I would travel quite a bit, so I have been to Vegas many times. I used to have a residency here, so I would play once a month. After one very long set - probably 4 hours or more - I stepped outside the nightclub to try to give me ears a break, they were ringing. A guy recognized me and desperately wanted to talk, to tell me how much he enjoyed my set and that he had seen me play before. As always, I expressed appreciation for his appreciation. We chatted. He then went on to offer me his insights about Vegas. He asserted that this is the realest place on earth, because you either have money or you don't. 

I pointed out that money is a symbolic system of currency, that it might not be the most sound basis for an understanding of human meaning. 

He then wanted to know if I thought the girl that had been standing near us for the time that we were talking was hot? I agreed, she was. She was dressed up to go out nightclubbing in Vegas. She looked fun. She could hear our conversation. He then asked me if wanted to hire her for a date and made sure I then understood that she was an eager and happy, working girl

She'll do everything. You want her for an hour or all night?




(Charlie, the playful pool sentinel)


 
(Charlie got dosed...)
















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2 comments:

  1. I do like the pictures with Charlie !!!!

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  2. Me too. The pictures with Charlie.

    Did you know that C.S's band once played in front of 1 million people?

    You two are like my two most famous friends. I've never been friends with a Performance Artist before. I'm stoked.

    Prolly that working girl thought of herself as a performance artist too. I've never had much of a problem with sex workers. I mean as long as they are in control of their own business. Not being abused or being forced into doing things that they don't want to do, etc.

    I've always thought of that occupation as one of the most feminist jobs there is. Of course there are horrible situations - I get it. But if a woman wishes to sell herself and her talents - she should be able to do so. I follow a couple of sex workers on insta. Very intelligent women.

    Sounds like you are having a good time. I wish I was somewhere. But not Vegas. I have only been there for Trade Shows. Back when I was in the high tech business back when things were really nuts and secretaries used to copy their tits and asses on copy machines after the office closed for their married bosses who never really wanted to go home.

    I'll be interested in the Boy's assessment. I hope you didn't get out of the car.

    x

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