convocation revelation ish.iii

Do you ever have those nights where due to whatever uplifting dehabilitating drug you put into your system you just fly on high and talk nonstop to everyone, regardless of personal relationship rank, about your future hopes and dreams, driven completely out of sloppyness? Because saturday was one of those.

I consider myself somewhat of an entrepreneurial minded individual, and after a month out of school I could not of asked for much more of my newly graduated self. However, my ambitions stretch far beyond that which the positions I currently hold allow and many private projects are in the early planning. Of which, every SINGLE person I talked to heard about on saturday. Now you may think I sound incredibly pompous and annoying at this point, but understand that on the weekend of your university graduation the "what are you up to now" talks and the "what are your future plan" chats, are at the forefront of all conversation as peers tour their parents and the patio is made up group of twenty-something confused out of their gourds as to what the next step is and how important it is to network yourself..

What I realized however, is that I am setting myself up to be one of two social polar opposites. On the one hand, all these ventures I encourage future partnership in with friends whose talents I think would work very well with mine could lead to incredible success an amazing network of those from the faculty in which I am now an alumni, leading to a dominant presence of MIT educated selves involved in the creation of culture industries in this country; all good things.

On the other end, I could completely and totally flop, non of the supposed brilliant concepts I have cooked up could flourish, I could remain in some stagnant stank ass job for 30 years and use my degree to become the average joe with a wife and a kid, a boss, and a succesful position in a button factory (now turn the knob with your tongue).

Now the the former is most likely, cause after all, I'm awesome, no lie. However, the possibility remains that my Atypical Industries, become a typical bomb (not in the urban cool sense, but in the my ship is sunk sense). And so to prevent that, I write this here and now on a publicly accessbile space:

The success of the ventures to which I have laid out, are dependent primarily on me, but equally on the effort of those to which I propose some form of future business interaction. The mission statement I believe all peers with similar intellectual and societal values should be to maintain contact, and never be afraid to throw an idea on the table and contact someone who even in the most miniscule of social history, you could work well with and utilize for further gain.

The evolution of the capitalist dream is no longer for singular success, it is for communal co-operation in the creation of new holes in a well developed system. The capitalist structure is to well developed for individuality, but the combined efforts of fresh innovative thinkers will always drive the wave for new capital success.

*Hows that for drunken revelation

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Sunday, June 12, 2005