Rudius Media—how I stumbled-upon that site. Tucker Max had a little buzz for himself, and someone had referred me to his website—again, I'd realize. I had stumbled-upon it myself some years prior, from gorillamask.net, it likely was, I remembered. But now there was this Rudius Media. Maybe then too, but I hadn't know.
And all my friends were graduating college, or were about to, and I didn't even have a job, and I was terribly depressed about that. And they were all busy doing things. And I was alone. And it was winter. My computer was broken and I had no money. I'd walk to the library, through the snow even, I remember,—which, I laugh now, was no more than 2 miles away—and I'd use their computers there, and I'd read Rudius Media. Some of those guys had entire novels on their site. And it was inspiring. Everyone was all excited about writing.
And then when that was gone, Ben Corman made attentioncrash.net, which at first started-out being about writing, like trying to continue that part of Rudius Media. And it's no longer around, it appears, by that url at least. But Ryan Holiday is around even still, still talking about stoicism and Marcus Aurelius and "The Meditations" and all that. And he even has books now, Ryan Holiday. And Tucker Max has all his books. Both of their reading lists are nice sources of good reads.
And the saying, that I write for myself, becomes even deeper now. Like a friend to me that was in a way, that site, Rudius Media. So, having this site now myself, I write to myself, something to keep marching-through the snow. And something crazy too I might suggest doing fairly soon—fairly legal of course, and within good morals, but something different and something profound—and you don't need money. If you have any, that is enough. Get those gears turning, that engine warmed. And jump—right off the edge of that cliff, that's right, a leap into the unknown.
I write here now too knowing that it'll be read. A business theory—or an idea of business—I have. Just put it in front of them,—whatever it is, something to buy—there are so damn many of them,—consumers—that someone is sure to buy.
Like shooting fish in a barrel, and the barrel is stuffed full of fish. If only I had something to sell, or some good I made, just to throw it out there. I have the shop-window now, so to speak. And so primed-up to be consumers we are, scratching our scalps raw if we've nothing to buy, like monkeys on speed, spending a few dollars at least on something.
Even I, who might as well be Jewish as cheap as I am, and am fairly dispossessed of possessions,—though by necessity I do admit, not choice—I find myself itching to spend some money. It's like a drug we're all hooked-on, like oil. And I'm reminded now, go and read Vonnegut's "Man Without a Country" if you've not, like by yesterday. That guy speaks the stuff there. A quick, easy, little read it is too—and what you get from it, wow.
But there is money to be made even still. If you're read. And I have an idea about that too. And I'm reminded of it when I listen, to disrupt the silence, to Lil' Wayne and Drake and 2 Chainz and Gucci Mane—and earlier to Jay-Z and 50 Cent. Jay-Z says it best, there's a lot of big-money in his sentence, something of that like. I like to hear about that stuff though. I watched MTV Cribs glued to the television, and that other VH1 show, I forget the name. It inspires nice fantasies, seeing and hearing of nice things.
But what are these guys doing? They're just shitting on us really. That's how they live. They're just rapping about how they live, and making even more money off it—that money attracts money thing.
So, just spit it to them—the overall idea here. And that Big Sean and Lil' Wayne song "Deep," Lil' Wayne says that, just spit it back. Someone will listen. There are so many damn someones afterall. And if you're good, that will carry you—but that's the important thing, to be good—well, to begin—and to do—that is the important thing really. But to those who'll work, riches await—what they are. Mediocrity is so praised now, so aspired-to. Like Bacon said, people are so delusional to believe that the most extraordinary feats are accomplished with only the smallest bit of effort, or something of the like. If it's easy to get, it's no good. And most people go for easy anymore, that quick buck. If it's there, though, why not? But so, there's opportunity in being good. And what are you best at than what you do?