Saturday night at the Waltham bars--'Satanists'(?), and a Google-logo-sweatshirt-MBA-guy
I wore a "Cesarani"quilt-type gray and navy blue suit and tie type jacket, a shades of green plad shirt, a blueish sleeveless sweater, khaki long pants, and (worn until I had been in the bar a few minutes), a "country gentleman" cowboyish/gangsterish type hat. I hit the bars on Saturday night April 21--I felt like, to hell with a super-hero like me trying to embellish his reputation by not hitting bars on saturday night alone. I had this feeling that being well-dressed at bars on saturday night embellishes one's reputation, even if one is alone.
When I parked this white chick in an SUV immediately parked behind me and too close to me. She was talking on her cell-phone while sitting in her parked car for a long time. It aroused suspicion in me, I tried to memorize her license plate number but forgot it eventually.
First I Went to Franco's on Moody St. Surprise surprise! Instead of their usual "wholesome" band and patronage, and instead of being crowded, it was on a scale of sparsely-populated slash medium-level-of-people-at-the-bar slash crowded, at medium level not crowded like last time. Seemed the lights were low. A band of clean shaven white guys and white guys wearing beard-mustache in black shirts was the band this time (noticeably pale-white not ruddy). I looked over behind me and this pale-white guy, clean shaven in his twenties for a long time gave the Satanist hand sign, little finger and index finger raised, other fingers down. This kid I know from Walthamwhose nickname is "Spanky"-I knew his sister and her boyfriend Billy before her boyfriend moved to Florida was there; I guess, from what I have seen and heard, that this "kid" "Spanky" (now in his late twenties or thirties) might have some Satanist tendencies, to go along with his Christian tendencies. I had a Franco's draft beer for $2.25, left a 50 cent tip, and began walking down Moody St figuring this was not my night at Franco's.
At the Skellig on Moody St., they had two stocky bartenders, one brown with a slight beard/mustache, the other bald and clean-shaven. I asked them the cover charge, they said $5, I skipped it.
I went into Jake's next door. There I had a beer for $3 and left a 50 cent tip. A band with a somewhat attractive sound, that had some gray-haired old people in it was playing, there was no cover charge. The bouncer afer he let me into the bar, followed me into the bar and asked me, about the traces of blood on my chin. I told him the truth, I drew blood while shaving. I had a $3 beer left a 50 cent tip and then left after I finished the beer.
Then I went to the "Mad Raven" on Main St. Waltham. The bouncer let me in. There I had a $3 beer and left a 50 cent tip.
At the Mad Raven I sat down at the empty seat at the bar. Most of the people at the bar were in groups of three or four, males mixed with females. There was this solitary guy sitting next to me, with a pale white angular face (not ruddy), clean-shaven, who wore glasses. He was about five feet nine inches tall, about medium build I guess ( with the big loose sweatshirt what can you tell about body build?). To tell you the truth he looked Jewish to me. He was wearing a dark blue or black sweatshirt that had a "Google" logo on it. He reminded me of my brother's Cambridge MA Jewish friend named 'Mark' who tolerates my non-Christian brother (I am a Christian of the type who remembers that most of Christ's words are not in the Bible) but not me--Mark thinks I am 'too hyper'--Mark is one of the few people on earth who tolerates my brother but not me.
I told this Google-sweatshirt guy at the 'Mad Raven' that I got ranked very high amongst other websites for certain searches on Google such as 'poetic prayers'. I told him I could email him links to these Google searches. He said he had been an intern for Google, and was a senior in Babson's MBA program. I told him about my grade school friend Danny Rudolph now dean of Stanford B-school. I told him about how at "Joe Sent Me" next door one time the bartender told me that he "did not feel comfortable serving me" and the bouncers escorted me out. He, Google-sweatshirt said he did not have a pen and needed the bartender to write down his email address. He said, "to tell you the truth, I think Joe Sent Me is a little better than this one". Then he lost interest in giving me his email address. He said he did not really need the links to the searches I ranked high on. Then he started telling the white female bartender about how he was going to be an intern at Yahoo. I told him about how I ranked high at Yahoo for certain searches. He just looked at me and said nothing. He seemed proud of the fact that unlike me, he did not pay for his drinks one by one, but instead paid for all the several drinks he had had at this bar all at once when he was finished. I did not try to push him into giving me the email address. I wished him a good night as I finished my beer and left.
All in all it was a strange feeling evening, the apparently at least somewhat 'Satanist' bar and crowd materializing at the usually wholesome Franco's, the Google/Yahoo intern who in the end decided he did not need the email I planned to send him. I felt like, dropping Rudolph's name does not get you anywhere with a Babson MBA. I was thinking, could name-dropping be like batting in baseball--the more attempts you make at it the better you do at it; or is it just a foolish way to attempt to navigate the world?
"To tell you the truth", I ended the evening thinking of how given the relatively populist nature of Christian doctrine compared to Jewish doctrine, Christians are unfairly, to the world's detriment, disadvantaged in terms of being executives in a sick corporate world. I ended the evening thinking yet once again, of how the credentialist emphasis on degrees, results in credentials undervaluing important criteria due to their emphasis on credentials. I ended up thinking of how there are these people with pale white faces, but King David of the Bible, to whom are attributed the wonderful "Psalms of David", was described as "ruddy". I ended the evening feeling discouraged over discrimination faced in society be even reasonable moderate Christians who realize that most of God's thoughts words and actions are not recorded in scripture. But out of three bars I went to all three let me in and served me. Previously at Roberts bar on Moody St. the bartender had also refused to serve me. To tell you the truth, I ended the evening thinking of how bartenders and personnel officers (like maybe this personnel officer at Bread & Circus slash Whole Foods named Bautista where I have not gotten a job so far though I applied) get rid of people who they think of as economic or social competition, and how society is incredibly incompetently naive re selfish conduct amongst creatures like bartenders, personnel officers, and credentialists.
Once when I was walking outside of the 'Joe Sent Me Bar', after the incident in which the bartender would not serve me (for no reason I could see) and the bouncers escorted me out, this nice looking slim clean-shaven young white guy who was hanging out in front of 'Joe Sent Me', looked at me and said, "You've got a dorky bartender problem!". He had a nice voice too, with some warmth in it. In other words the bartender would not serve me because he is "dorky" and thinks of me as competition. Nevertheless, seems that every time there is a problem such as a bartender refusing to serve someone, or a personnel officer refusing to hire someone, or a supervisor not promoting someone, or a supervisor not hiring someone--seems every time such a thing happens, society blames the victim, society fails to use its mind to scratch even a little under the surface, and come up with any insight re how people like supervisors and bartenders trash people for selfish reasons.
@2007 David Virgil Hobbs
When I parked this white chick in an SUV immediately parked behind me and too close to me. She was talking on her cell-phone while sitting in her parked car for a long time. It aroused suspicion in me, I tried to memorize her license plate number but forgot it eventually.
First I Went to Franco's on Moody St. Surprise surprise! Instead of their usual "wholesome" band and patronage, and instead of being crowded, it was on a scale of sparsely-populated slash medium-level-of-people-at-the-bar slash crowded, at medium level not crowded like last time. Seemed the lights were low. A band of clean shaven white guys and white guys wearing beard-mustache in black shirts was the band this time (noticeably pale-white not ruddy). I looked over behind me and this pale-white guy, clean shaven in his twenties for a long time gave the Satanist hand sign, little finger and index finger raised, other fingers down. This kid I know from Walthamwhose nickname is "Spanky"-I knew his sister and her boyfriend Billy before her boyfriend moved to Florida was there; I guess, from what I have seen and heard, that this "kid" "Spanky" (now in his late twenties or thirties) might have some Satanist tendencies, to go along with his Christian tendencies. I had a Franco's draft beer for $2.25, left a 50 cent tip, and began walking down Moody St figuring this was not my night at Franco's.
At the Skellig on Moody St., they had two stocky bartenders, one brown with a slight beard/mustache, the other bald and clean-shaven. I asked them the cover charge, they said $5, I skipped it.
I went into Jake's next door. There I had a beer for $3 and left a 50 cent tip. A band with a somewhat attractive sound, that had some gray-haired old people in it was playing, there was no cover charge. The bouncer afer he let me into the bar, followed me into the bar and asked me, about the traces of blood on my chin. I told him the truth, I drew blood while shaving. I had a $3 beer left a 50 cent tip and then left after I finished the beer.
Then I went to the "Mad Raven" on Main St. Waltham. The bouncer let me in. There I had a $3 beer and left a 50 cent tip.
At the Mad Raven I sat down at the empty seat at the bar. Most of the people at the bar were in groups of three or four, males mixed with females. There was this solitary guy sitting next to me, with a pale white angular face (not ruddy), clean-shaven, who wore glasses. He was about five feet nine inches tall, about medium build I guess ( with the big loose sweatshirt what can you tell about body build?). To tell you the truth he looked Jewish to me. He was wearing a dark blue or black sweatshirt that had a "Google" logo on it. He reminded me of my brother's Cambridge MA Jewish friend named 'Mark' who tolerates my non-Christian brother (I am a Christian of the type who remembers that most of Christ's words are not in the Bible) but not me--Mark thinks I am 'too hyper'--Mark is one of the few people on earth who tolerates my brother but not me.
I told this Google-sweatshirt guy at the 'Mad Raven' that I got ranked very high amongst other websites for certain searches on Google such as 'poetic prayers'. I told him I could email him links to these Google searches. He said he had been an intern for Google, and was a senior in Babson's MBA program. I told him about my grade school friend Danny Rudolph now dean of Stanford B-school. I told him about how at "Joe Sent Me" next door one time the bartender told me that he "did not feel comfortable serving me" and the bouncers escorted me out. He, Google-sweatshirt said he did not have a pen and needed the bartender to write down his email address. He said, "to tell you the truth, I think Joe Sent Me is a little better than this one". Then he lost interest in giving me his email address. He said he did not really need the links to the searches I ranked high on. Then he started telling the white female bartender about how he was going to be an intern at Yahoo. I told him about how I ranked high at Yahoo for certain searches. He just looked at me and said nothing. He seemed proud of the fact that unlike me, he did not pay for his drinks one by one, but instead paid for all the several drinks he had had at this bar all at once when he was finished. I did not try to push him into giving me the email address. I wished him a good night as I finished my beer and left.
All in all it was a strange feeling evening, the apparently at least somewhat 'Satanist' bar and crowd materializing at the usually wholesome Franco's, the Google/Yahoo intern who in the end decided he did not need the email I planned to send him. I felt like, dropping Rudolph's name does not get you anywhere with a Babson MBA. I was thinking, could name-dropping be like batting in baseball--the more attempts you make at it the better you do at it; or is it just a foolish way to attempt to navigate the world?
"To tell you the truth", I ended the evening thinking of how given the relatively populist nature of Christian doctrine compared to Jewish doctrine, Christians are unfairly, to the world's detriment, disadvantaged in terms of being executives in a sick corporate world. I ended the evening thinking yet once again, of how the credentialist emphasis on degrees, results in credentials undervaluing important criteria due to their emphasis on credentials. I ended up thinking of how there are these people with pale white faces, but King David of the Bible, to whom are attributed the wonderful "Psalms of David", was described as "ruddy". I ended the evening feeling discouraged over discrimination faced in society be even reasonable moderate Christians who realize that most of God's thoughts words and actions are not recorded in scripture. But out of three bars I went to all three let me in and served me. Previously at Roberts bar on Moody St. the bartender had also refused to serve me. To tell you the truth, I ended the evening thinking of how bartenders and personnel officers (like maybe this personnel officer at Bread & Circus slash Whole Foods named Bautista where I have not gotten a job so far though I applied) get rid of people who they think of as economic or social competition, and how society is incredibly incompetently naive re selfish conduct amongst creatures like bartenders, personnel officers, and credentialists.
Once when I was walking outside of the 'Joe Sent Me Bar', after the incident in which the bartender would not serve me (for no reason I could see) and the bouncers escorted me out, this nice looking slim clean-shaven young white guy who was hanging out in front of 'Joe Sent Me', looked at me and said, "You've got a dorky bartender problem!". He had a nice voice too, with some warmth in it. In other words the bartender would not serve me because he is "dorky" and thinks of me as competition. Nevertheless, seems that every time there is a problem such as a bartender refusing to serve someone, or a personnel officer refusing to hire someone, or a supervisor not promoting someone, or a supervisor not hiring someone--seems every time such a thing happens, society blames the victim, society fails to use its mind to scratch even a little under the surface, and come up with any insight re how people like supervisors and bartenders trash people for selfish reasons.
@2007 David Virgil Hobbs
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