Got up around 8:00 a.m. on a mission. Went to bed night prior having delved into 'Awaken the Giant Within' again in the back of the book where Anthony breaks down 7 days of mastery and the physical got me pumped regarding aerobic verses anaerobic systems and their most effective utilizations. Now of course I train like a mad man every day yet still determined to take it way up, to ensure that I am in fact doing enough cardio so as to ensure that every time I do anything physical (which is everything), no matter what, my body is in fat burning mode, or, in other words, I'm in rip-roaring shape not just fitness wise, but health wise, which by his description is that all the systems of the body are running in the most optimal way. How's that for a run-on sentence, like I care. So I started the day with one black coffee (cut out creamer for pussies), and thirty minutes on the Eliptical on level 16, then did chest for 6 sets heavy. Had one bowl of oatmeal, mixed veggies and protein shake then to city by noon. Gorgeous weather, did five hours straight, top vocal screaming with only two interruptions. One was a brisk walk up to the Cranberry Cafe to eat a chicken breast with a girl named Aymie from Barking Fish Lounge here to meet with one of my music production companies, 4sight music productions, the other was when a girl decided to take a water bottle and dump first a considerable stream on the back of my underwear, then to proceed to do the same in the front. At that point I took it and shot it in her stupid ass face. She then came running at me full force, somehow thinking it was out of line to have to receive what she herself had dished out. For that, she, it would appear to the untrained eye, got jabbed in the face, yet I was merely keeping her off me. She probably got 3or 4 shots in my face before I grabbed hold of her fat neck keeping her out of firing range till a witnessed drug her ridiculous ass to the curb. I continued as usual and had several police come and asked if I were fine of which I replied, 'greatest thing that ever happend!' Held down the fort so that the skeleton crew of locals would not be perturbed by the cheap display of clearly lacking basic morality of 'don't f--k with people unless you wanna get f--ked with.' Then did a quick undie change and washed the blood off my hand. When I left around 5:00 I still felt like I'd just got there. Inexhausible!!! Got home and read 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue' for about an hour and a half, had steamed chicken and broccolli, then went back to the gym for another thirty minutes on level 16 and then just freaking hammered chest again, back, arms and abs (was slammin' 70 pound dumbell curls). Did a radio internet interview, now this, and going to wrap my head around some Emerson.
A couple summers ago I had a group of teenage boys get those massive water maching guns and out of no where totally assalted my ass big time, I was so pissed. They did it several times over the summer, I only chased them once. Can you imagine what that looked like.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Problem Solving with Einstein
A tape set landed in my front seat titled 'How to Think Like Einstein,' by Scott Thorpe. Very cool, approaches things from a seemingly opposite position from my usual, and that's the point in a way. The major theme is that Einstein was a rule breaker. The tapes reiterate over and over that 'rule-ruts' are the culprit to finding sollutions. We come up with a set of rules that make solutions impossible. Issac Newton had a rule in his mountain of work that said that time was a constant. Under that premise, relativity would not be solved no matter how 'hard' you tried. Einstein, a novice, had not been brainwashed by that idea and was free to break that rule making his major accomplishments possible. The tape also explains that with time, Einstein, with more knowlege became less fruitful, due to the accumulation of too many rules, many of them created by himself. We're a rule loving, abiding, people. The brain itself is a generalizer, a ritual maker, a security device designed to make us feel safe and secure. To think like Einstein you must break your rules and constantly find innovative ways to be outside your box.
At this point let me give you a far more profound man's name, J. Krishnamurti. If you don't know him, go get 'First and Last Freedom,' one of his books, will make you aware real quick that you cannot think your way out of the predjudices that you have, fucking period!!!! Everything you have been taught, thousands of lessons a day for years before you could even speak english, or whatever jibberish you expound, have created the 'thinker' that is in your head thinking. Most people think there is a thinker and a thought. The thinker is all you past thoughts, simply projecting on to any situation you come across, an interpretation that jives with something dead and gone. The reason we are not creative, is cause the thinker (the past) colors everything we see now. Only when we look on things with 'passive awareness,' with the desire to understand, do we escape thought entirely and understand things. The moment the mind comes up with a lable, this is a flower for instance, true understanding is gone, and the mind, seeking to be secure has disposed of that which it has come across. The mind is a source of duality, egoic conciousness, subject/object thinking. The second you come up with what something is, you immediately come up with what it is not. Even misunderstood Nirvana, bliss, has it's opposite, not bliss. If you were taught as a child, that Jews suck, and blacks are thieves, no amount of thinking will get you out of it. That predjudiced thinker is adding new knowlege but is still fundamentally a predjudiced thinker. You can control yourself, act appropriately, and choose to 'know' that what you have learned is wrong, but the one making that judgement is still that thinker. Compelling yourself to stop thinking will increase thought, only by fundamentally understanding that the new cannot enter until thought ceases does one become spontaneously free. The mind seeks it's continued survival by finding itself necessary and in conflict, yet all sollutions on the level of mind will be a repetition of the past cause it's store house of knowledge is past information. The mind, the ultimate, most slippery mechanism ever imagined is that which has held humanity at war since it's inception.
Back to Einstein, what's applicable and neat is a number of approaches to escape your personal 'rule-ruts.' He has you for instance, turn on your tv, with the mute on, and arbitrarily write down a list of the people, places, events, and things you see. Then write down how they are perfect sollutions to your problem. This is a way of provoking thought you would not have had yourself, again, the point being, to think in ways you normally would not have thought. Anyway, massive numbers of techniques like that. Many I already use, playing football left handed, writing in my journal left handed, reaching intuitive parts of the mind. Using humor while considering new ideas to allow their installment into the mind without complex adult predjudice from inhibiting consideration. Comming up with sollutions from the point of view of Napoleon, a small child, your grandma? Changing the time frame from one day to 500 years, you get the point. Nevertheless, seeking multiple perspectives from which to view life, all designed as constant reminders that nothing thinkable is ultimately absolute, merely relative.
So a major problem to solve? End all conflict in the world. Easy, already done it. The conflict you see in the world is merely your own projected evil in relation to your own projected good. You've been taught right and wrong, you interpreted it, you believed, now you see. How did I end all conflict in the world, I eradicated it in me. Kill me, my family, Jesus five more times, greatest thing that ever happened. All is perfect, all is as should be, nothing to conflict against.
'as within, so without'
'as ye think, so shall ye be'
'on earth (manifest) as in heaven (unmanifest or level of mind)'
'you cannot serve two masters'
Every wise master had been in awe of all things without judgement. Mystics who the world turns into religions of right and wrong and rules have all walked around in total worship of all things, totally connected and unified. Then their ignorant followers turned them against their killers and made winner/loser scenarios and created next life revenge and vidication that was in them, not in their masters. As an enlightend master myself, a total affirmer, one who is so satisfied and appreciative of this life, I need no projected (again, mind made) future utopia to have escape from this world. Here I could take you into 'master moralilty' and 'slave morality' discussions that would simply rock your fucking world, no time though, check out your 'Beyond Good and Evil' by Frederich Neitzsche, I'm going to celebrate my existence in Times Square with my brothers and sisters. Peace out.
At this point let me give you a far more profound man's name, J. Krishnamurti. If you don't know him, go get 'First and Last Freedom,' one of his books, will make you aware real quick that you cannot think your way out of the predjudices that you have, fucking period!!!! Everything you have been taught, thousands of lessons a day for years before you could even speak english, or whatever jibberish you expound, have created the 'thinker' that is in your head thinking. Most people think there is a thinker and a thought. The thinker is all you past thoughts, simply projecting on to any situation you come across, an interpretation that jives with something dead and gone. The reason we are not creative, is cause the thinker (the past) colors everything we see now. Only when we look on things with 'passive awareness,' with the desire to understand, do we escape thought entirely and understand things. The moment the mind comes up with a lable, this is a flower for instance, true understanding is gone, and the mind, seeking to be secure has disposed of that which it has come across. The mind is a source of duality, egoic conciousness, subject/object thinking. The second you come up with what something is, you immediately come up with what it is not. Even misunderstood Nirvana, bliss, has it's opposite, not bliss. If you were taught as a child, that Jews suck, and blacks are thieves, no amount of thinking will get you out of it. That predjudiced thinker is adding new knowlege but is still fundamentally a predjudiced thinker. You can control yourself, act appropriately, and choose to 'know' that what you have learned is wrong, but the one making that judgement is still that thinker. Compelling yourself to stop thinking will increase thought, only by fundamentally understanding that the new cannot enter until thought ceases does one become spontaneously free. The mind seeks it's continued survival by finding itself necessary and in conflict, yet all sollutions on the level of mind will be a repetition of the past cause it's store house of knowledge is past information. The mind, the ultimate, most slippery mechanism ever imagined is that which has held humanity at war since it's inception.
Back to Einstein, what's applicable and neat is a number of approaches to escape your personal 'rule-ruts.' He has you for instance, turn on your tv, with the mute on, and arbitrarily write down a list of the people, places, events, and things you see. Then write down how they are perfect sollutions to your problem. This is a way of provoking thought you would not have had yourself, again, the point being, to think in ways you normally would not have thought. Anyway, massive numbers of techniques like that. Many I already use, playing football left handed, writing in my journal left handed, reaching intuitive parts of the mind. Using humor while considering new ideas to allow their installment into the mind without complex adult predjudice from inhibiting consideration. Comming up with sollutions from the point of view of Napoleon, a small child, your grandma? Changing the time frame from one day to 500 years, you get the point. Nevertheless, seeking multiple perspectives from which to view life, all designed as constant reminders that nothing thinkable is ultimately absolute, merely relative.
So a major problem to solve? End all conflict in the world. Easy, already done it. The conflict you see in the world is merely your own projected evil in relation to your own projected good. You've been taught right and wrong, you interpreted it, you believed, now you see. How did I end all conflict in the world, I eradicated it in me. Kill me, my family, Jesus five more times, greatest thing that ever happened. All is perfect, all is as should be, nothing to conflict against.
'as within, so without'
'as ye think, so shall ye be'
'on earth (manifest) as in heaven (unmanifest or level of mind)'
'you cannot serve two masters'
Every wise master had been in awe of all things without judgement. Mystics who the world turns into religions of right and wrong and rules have all walked around in total worship of all things, totally connected and unified. Then their ignorant followers turned them against their killers and made winner/loser scenarios and created next life revenge and vidication that was in them, not in their masters. As an enlightend master myself, a total affirmer, one who is so satisfied and appreciative of this life, I need no projected (again, mind made) future utopia to have escape from this world. Here I could take you into 'master moralilty' and 'slave morality' discussions that would simply rock your fucking world, no time though, check out your 'Beyond Good and Evil' by Frederich Neitzsche, I'm going to celebrate my existence in Times Square with my brothers and sisters. Peace out.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Social Supremacy
I have full access to everyone at all times. Salesmanship is a poor description of my inherent right and power to penetrate. Skating past the pretensions of humanity comes as easy as taking a breath of fresh air, with my, the most powerful lungs ever created out of the mixture of life substance that I am. I am not raised up or pulled up from above or below, I am simply the inherent peak that humanity knows on sight. A glance from me is sufficient. My presence is the shock. I am the awakener. I bask in the unlimited, unchallenged approval of all my loving, adoring peers! I am the bench mark for the definition of determination, likewise for charm, likewise for grace, elegance, manners, charisma in it's most enthusiastic explosions. Yoga is, was, will be created to duplicate my perfected posture and ordained alignment. All gravitate to behold me in their sights. I am compelled to overflow with my passionate wisdom at all times. I am the destiny of organized beings. My favor is spelled out in Naked Cowboy. I need no cover from the world. Between me and all others there is no screen. The World is naked before me and I it. I am universal leverage! I am the penetrated cause. No one is violable by me as I have them prior to execution!!! The dress to impress but I was there when they chose their outfits. Now matter how far back you go, I am the impulse that gave rise to the impulse, and prior to that, I was, is, am that which need not move. I am the spatial, entity-less-entity!!! All that I see exists in my space. I observe the specks of relativity and gladly embrace how they all interact so obediently to my interpretations, flexible if desired, rigid as well if so chosen. I move through crowds as easily as I swim through water. The crowd melts to my desires as butter liquifies on hot iron. My favor in all things, places and circumstances is trademarked and truly uninfringable! My identity is known, sought out and celebrated over, in, and through all mankind. I represent the all, the attainable glory. I am the genius the world exists for. I take my glory and honor to all, and will wait till every last soul has joined in unified tribute and agreement.
Naked on April 21, 2007 'Protege'
It's 8:30 p.m. and just got back from a one hour and forty five minute run. Un-freakin' believably awesome, have been working out every day forever and ever, yet still, first time running over 6 miles at a time since last summer. Last summer I got up to three hours and ten minutes, this summer I'll beat it. A little kid named Bobby came out of no where and started provoking me with little sprints, and being the grown up I am I kept sprinting and wooping his ass. After a while though, he settled in and just ran with me. He ran over twelve laps then got called to dinner. Twenty or so minutes later he came back and ran eight more. I asked him if he had any intention of stopping and he said he wasn't till I did. He's nine and a half, he's a champion. Like my spittin' image, unable to turn down any challenge, in it for the long haul. I am reminded of Emerson who says it takes a whole melon patch go get a perfect melon, and several races of men to get a finnished man. Neitzsche says that it takes several generations of a people to create one true individual. What an honor to run with one of the elite of the next generation of heros. Truly inspiring. I told him I had to go anyway after another lap and ran my last half hour on the streets, not wanting to exhaust him, or me for that matter.
Barking Fish Lounge Productions, based in my hometown of Cincinnati met with Todd Rubenstein in Nashville today to devise the finnishing touches on the pitch proposal for the Naked Cowboy Reality Show. Todd Rubenstein is the King at TMR Records, my country label, he's the biggest producer, music master in Nashville, leader of the new paradigm of music production realilty which is web based and built on consumer driven music preferences, not on monopolizing corporate interests. 'Ain't got nothin' to do with love' is the hit single available on I-tunes and several other hits will be produced by the end of June, 2007. My other label, 4Sight Music Productions, headed by Lee Evans and Gaetano Latanzi (incidentally the two most talented and well known producers on either the east of west coast), is also pushing full steam ahead and preparing to dwarf all records to date for digital downloads on I-tunes as well. Because it takes some 6-8 weeks to propogate the system of I-tunes, early release can be obtained at nakedcowboy.com or either the country or rock myspace functions on the site.
Final arrangements were made today for a trip to Cincinnati for Memorial Day weekend. It is the Taste of Cincinnati weekend as well. That means the majority of the population of Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky will be downtown, flooding the streets where Naked Cowboy and his Band will pass out unreal amounts of Myspace marketing materials to gratiously inform any one whose been living in a cave that the world's resident superhero is not only back in his hometown, but has boatloads of new material available for them. Ron Israel will be there as well to film all events for the Naked Reality Show, be sure to find Naked and make a splash for T.V. Naked will be practicing all songs on his songlist with his band and shooting music videos of each song to be plastered on youtube.com for your entertainment fantasy fulfillment. Be sure to masterbate to that. This preparation is for the Reality Show Tours that will criss cross the world making Naked Cowboy the most exciting interactive performance spectacle ever in the history of mankind.
Times Square today was so unreal magical it cannot be adequately described. I got there at 10:30 a.m., and at 2:30 p.m. looked up at the clock for the first time. Four solid, no water, no food, no break, just flex look at me, flex look at me, two thousand or so butt grabs, flex look at me. Not on iota of energy depletion. Could have gone all day. Only left cause money was dropping out of the guitar hole stuffed to capacity, roughly 700. No question about it, like the 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue' states, 'one's day's enthusiasm on Times Square is enough to reach every soul alive.' Don't miss the point that nearly 250,000 photos were taken of me today, all chronicling the most amazing success story ever self created. Once again, you're welcome!
Barking Fish Lounge Productions, based in my hometown of Cincinnati met with Todd Rubenstein in Nashville today to devise the finnishing touches on the pitch proposal for the Naked Cowboy Reality Show. Todd Rubenstein is the King at TMR Records, my country label, he's the biggest producer, music master in Nashville, leader of the new paradigm of music production realilty which is web based and built on consumer driven music preferences, not on monopolizing corporate interests. 'Ain't got nothin' to do with love' is the hit single available on I-tunes and several other hits will be produced by the end of June, 2007. My other label, 4Sight Music Productions, headed by Lee Evans and Gaetano Latanzi (incidentally the two most talented and well known producers on either the east of west coast), is also pushing full steam ahead and preparing to dwarf all records to date for digital downloads on I-tunes as well. Because it takes some 6-8 weeks to propogate the system of I-tunes, early release can be obtained at nakedcowboy.com or either the country or rock myspace functions on the site.
Final arrangements were made today for a trip to Cincinnati for Memorial Day weekend. It is the Taste of Cincinnati weekend as well. That means the majority of the population of Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky will be downtown, flooding the streets where Naked Cowboy and his Band will pass out unreal amounts of Myspace marketing materials to gratiously inform any one whose been living in a cave that the world's resident superhero is not only back in his hometown, but has boatloads of new material available for them. Ron Israel will be there as well to film all events for the Naked Reality Show, be sure to find Naked and make a splash for T.V. Naked will be practicing all songs on his songlist with his band and shooting music videos of each song to be plastered on youtube.com for your entertainment fantasy fulfillment. Be sure to masterbate to that. This preparation is for the Reality Show Tours that will criss cross the world making Naked Cowboy the most exciting interactive performance spectacle ever in the history of mankind.
Times Square today was so unreal magical it cannot be adequately described. I got there at 10:30 a.m., and at 2:30 p.m. looked up at the clock for the first time. Four solid, no water, no food, no break, just flex look at me, flex look at me, two thousand or so butt grabs, flex look at me. Not on iota of energy depletion. Could have gone all day. Only left cause money was dropping out of the guitar hole stuffed to capacity, roughly 700. No question about it, like the 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue' states, 'one's day's enthusiasm on Times Square is enough to reach every soul alive.' Don't miss the point that nearly 250,000 photos were taken of me today, all chronicling the most amazing success story ever self created. Once again, you're welcome!
What I expect TODAY
I would like to have a deal signed today, that will be saturated in the media today, that would be known by every member of the human race today. A deal that will monetarily set my wealth as the wealthiest man alive (net worth), that would spawn unlimited residual income that would, within a year or less, make me the wealthiest man/soul ever in the history of mankind, building platforms of opportunity to perform, and thereby establish myself as the pre-eminent, most amazing performer/hero of all time with audiences in size that make the Superbowl audiences miniscule by comparrison. The deal and publicity and residual impact will showcase the best built, most inspiring, most celebrated entertainer of all time, living in perfection, pure victory, unlimited, inexhaustible power. The king of kings, Naked Cowboy, comming to a town near you, tour buses, lear jets, utopia in transit transforming all in my path to pure awareness of unimaginable oppulence.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Naked on April 20, 2007
Got up around 9:00 today, started day with Neitzsche again, had great moments of shear exstatic realization while re-absorbing what can only be defined as truth, not because of any prescription of information, but instead a prescription for being past information entirely. He takes you through a developmental analysis of 'intellectual' maturity in phases described as 'I shalt,' that being the common man living under morality and social dictates, then into 'I will,' that being the heroic type that stands above the common pussy-ass who decides for oneself, then to the 'I am,' which is beyond even one's own dictates and realizes the full pregnancy of being. He states that when we do our best, we are not working, that work is merely a means to achieveing these moments. My day was so entirely characterized by this understanding as to leave me nearly without thought entirely. When I got to the city one of the first things that stood out was a 'savior' out with his 'christian' signs promissing failure to all who didn't believe as his interpretation of his 'good book' decreed, yet how relative and narrow must his sense of freedom and valildity in the world be. How scared he must be. In relation to this the thought came to me, 'the evil you see in the world is not in the world, it's in you.' Surely that phrase has been extolled many times before yet so much more deeply realized today. Salvation, Enlightenment, Nirvana, Moksha, the end point of all religion is the same translation and that is Liberation. Liberation from what? From your obsessive right/wrong mentality. You can't have one without the other. How obvious is it that any line of reasoning will have it's opposite. Everyone has been taught that this and that is good, this and that is bad. How can anyone not understand the simple logic that you've been taught what you know, and so has everyone else, and that everyone believes that they are right or wrong based solely on their diligence to believe that same thing over a period of time. Of course the longer you believe something, and the more desperate you are (the more fearfull and needy, cowardly you are), the more you will find proof of your relative truth. You've simply invested more of your precious, possessive life energy in it and so you'd be lost without it yet, all perspectives are relative. All written texts are petty stories. All religions and mythologies and vise versa are merely directional guides to the absolute which contains all there is and cannot be put into words, creeds, language. Learn from a master who needs no master other than myself. Learn from a master who needs no validity, who needs no rules, who has no crutch, no mental idol called God. So many rediculous children in their suits and ties think I am arrogant because I claim to be all that can or will be named. It is they who are arrogant to claim that they are not what they distinquish as God. It is they who have made themselves 'other' than God. To white wash it with false humility and call themselves sinners, guilty, fallen, and all the other shameful shit is no excuse. All is one, and all is perfect. All is honorable and divine, I am that in all it's infinite detail. I stand before that world with nothing but the total conviction of my totalilty, of my pure contemplation of my achieved state of exstatic, raging, energy and excitement to be Naked Cowboy!!! I live this, this can never die. All the perfected ones have said the same thing. All the village minded followers have fought over whose cultural idiosyncrasies should govern. I know I went off on a tangent here, this is what I'm thinking as I'm holding the human race in my arms and making everyone in a mile wide circle happy, free and validated in their lives right now. (This circle ripples throughout the entire universe) It's as if the whole of human history of misguided, totally lazily researched philosophy and religion must be wrestled out of each day. Like throwing off hoards of ignorance each day in order to live as a free man in world of prisoners to outdated, childish fairy tales. I'm happy to do it. You're welcome.
Aside from my 4 plus hours of shear genuine happiness proliferation, I nailed the gym for like two hours, had only chicken and veggies and water, and coffee, and spent the rest my time organizing the car, house, and wrapping my head around Plato's Republic.
Aside from my 4 plus hours of shear genuine happiness proliferation, I nailed the gym for like two hours, had only chicken and veggies and water, and coffee, and spent the rest my time organizing the car, house, and wrapping my head around Plato's Republic.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Naked on April 19, 2007
Got up at eight again, sat in chair with coffee and Anthony, legs rocked from yesterday, awesome. Read for about two hours, today, hit 'values' and 'rules' for achieving them. The book is 'Awaken the Giant Within,' have read it in excess of 50 times and done all exercises all can be read and studied at nakedcowboy.com under 'Naked Cowboy Dialogue,' you've probably already read it, a handbook for super-heros. I'm on a totally tighter organizational thematic lately, stop-watching all my regular activities to increase efficiency and amounts of activity. Quality and quantity, so I did a 40 minute bout with guitar in mirror, rockin' and making faces and shit. Poop, shower, bowl oatmeal, protien bar, water, out the door in that order. Went to drop of orders at post office, hit gas station for coffee, then to the city today jammin' two new singles from Nashville Country label, TMR Records, 'Whiskey Dirty' and 'Naked Cowboy Anthem Country.' Both songs will be sang hundreds of times prior to my perfomance at Fanfair in Nashville in June whereon that trip I will record them, all songs by TMR and 4Sight Music Productions available at I-tunes.
Got to Times Square and did 12-2:30 shift. Mass people, first day over 55 degrees in like weeks. Naturally I'm exploding with burst after burst of hilarity. At will I can have people laugh to where they literally cannot stand up, with me holding them. Dude when I get going I'm just the funniest mother on the planet. I sheduled the time today cause a woman who knows my dad came in from Delaware, Ohio to find me and I coordinated. Go to any search engine on the internet and type in Kenny Burck, that's my dad. He's the only guy on the entire planet with more entries directly related to him that any other man alive now or ever. He's the genealogical President of the world and I'm not speaking in metaphor. My blood line is traced up to the time when recording began, as far back as you can go, like 1400's. Another reason I can call anyone alive more of a mutt than me, besides the genetically aparent reasons. Girls name was Susan and she did show up with her friends. I get calls all the time cause me number is on my site saying, 'hey, we're from so and so and we're in Times Square, where the hell are ya?' Or I get there and the regular workers be it traffic gaurds or venders saying, 'damn dude, where the hell you been, everybody's asking me where you're at?' Freak dudes I don't live there, yet. I have gotten mail there three times now, just addressed, Naked Cowboy, Times Square. Had a menacing looking dude come up today screaming I was a faggot and he was gonna kick my gay white ass, but got distracted by a tour bus announcer saying hi and by the time I got done talking the dude was completely gone, made me wonder if I imagined the whole thing. Also had a guy ask me how much I'd charge to put his name on my underwear. He couldn't believe I said I'd do it for nothing. Followed up with, nobody reads the inside anyway.
Had Chinese chicken and broccolli three times today, white rice, all steamed, no sauce, and trained at gym for two hours blasting chest, back, bi's, tri's, and eliptical for bout 20, and a 2 mile or so run. Got Joseph Campbell all lined up for the evening, a book I've read only 2 times, 'Hero with a Thousand Faces' deep, mythological study of culture after culture, since the beginning of time. All the same archetypical figures rehashed over and over and over to fit the times of the ages and the symbolism most fitting to convey timeless truths. Example, Prometheus was a Greek fiqure who was the 'friend of man.' He stole fire from the gods and brought it back to man. Jesus, petitions God on behalf of man. He explains what Carl Jung and Freud and many others have found since day one, that the psyche of man has had themes that have prevailed in dreams since the dawn of man. Mankind as a whole projects these figures into the landscape of the human race. If we all have a hero in our soul, we will either be it, or project it. It might be a savior, hero, archangel, wise old man, devil, celestial virgin, you name it. Whatever the culture as a whole craves, worships, finds to be of highest value, it will see portrayed most by someone or something that will then be the archetype of that age. It will become holy, pure, uncurruptable, sacred, it will reach apotheoses. The world where America is the land of freedom that all men crave. The land where commercialization is king. Where Naked Cowboy epitomizes shameless personification of what it means to live as a walking, talking, eating, breathing, blogging commercial. Amen.
Got to Times Square and did 12-2:30 shift. Mass people, first day over 55 degrees in like weeks. Naturally I'm exploding with burst after burst of hilarity. At will I can have people laugh to where they literally cannot stand up, with me holding them. Dude when I get going I'm just the funniest mother on the planet. I sheduled the time today cause a woman who knows my dad came in from Delaware, Ohio to find me and I coordinated. Go to any search engine on the internet and type in Kenny Burck, that's my dad. He's the only guy on the entire planet with more entries directly related to him that any other man alive now or ever. He's the genealogical President of the world and I'm not speaking in metaphor. My blood line is traced up to the time when recording began, as far back as you can go, like 1400's. Another reason I can call anyone alive more of a mutt than me, besides the genetically aparent reasons. Girls name was Susan and she did show up with her friends. I get calls all the time cause me number is on my site saying, 'hey, we're from so and so and we're in Times Square, where the hell are ya?' Or I get there and the regular workers be it traffic gaurds or venders saying, 'damn dude, where the hell you been, everybody's asking me where you're at?' Freak dudes I don't live there, yet. I have gotten mail there three times now, just addressed, Naked Cowboy, Times Square. Had a menacing looking dude come up today screaming I was a faggot and he was gonna kick my gay white ass, but got distracted by a tour bus announcer saying hi and by the time I got done talking the dude was completely gone, made me wonder if I imagined the whole thing. Also had a guy ask me how much I'd charge to put his name on my underwear. He couldn't believe I said I'd do it for nothing. Followed up with, nobody reads the inside anyway.
Had Chinese chicken and broccolli three times today, white rice, all steamed, no sauce, and trained at gym for two hours blasting chest, back, bi's, tri's, and eliptical for bout 20, and a 2 mile or so run. Got Joseph Campbell all lined up for the evening, a book I've read only 2 times, 'Hero with a Thousand Faces' deep, mythological study of culture after culture, since the beginning of time. All the same archetypical figures rehashed over and over and over to fit the times of the ages and the symbolism most fitting to convey timeless truths. Example, Prometheus was a Greek fiqure who was the 'friend of man.' He stole fire from the gods and brought it back to man. Jesus, petitions God on behalf of man. He explains what Carl Jung and Freud and many others have found since day one, that the psyche of man has had themes that have prevailed in dreams since the dawn of man. Mankind as a whole projects these figures into the landscape of the human race. If we all have a hero in our soul, we will either be it, or project it. It might be a savior, hero, archangel, wise old man, devil, celestial virgin, you name it. Whatever the culture as a whole craves, worships, finds to be of highest value, it will see portrayed most by someone or something that will then be the archetype of that age. It will become holy, pure, uncurruptable, sacred, it will reach apotheoses. The world where America is the land of freedom that all men crave. The land where commercialization is king. Where Naked Cowboy epitomizes shameless personification of what it means to live as a walking, talking, eating, breathing, blogging commercial. Amen.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Naked on April 18, 2007
Woke up around eight a.m., usual for me though I try not to do shit with consistency. Cindy and kids were out of the house, had coffee, put off the poop and the shower to read first. Got in the lazy boy with Anthony Robbins and finnished goal setting chapter then hit first half of 10 day mental challenge. Read for about an hour and a half then went into room with stop watch, hit timer and began rippin' out leads on a Jay Turser electric guitar with a Jay Turner box amplifier. In jammies, hair dishevelled, fartin' my ass off and played in the mirror for 46 minutes straight. Damn I still look freakin' awesome with all that goin' on. Took shower, had bowl of oatmeal, a protein bar, water, left for the city. Stopped by post office to drop of underwear order, then to gas station to get another coffee, then to Times Square parking gargage, strolled up to 45th and Broadway. Jammed Iron Maiden in Long Beach Arena on way in so I was hummin' 'where eagles dare' the who way. Did about two hours, mass photos and ass grabbin,' no conflict yet, only two bum-regulars. One guy said he saw me on new last night for New York Rangers Piece I did yesterday, another guy said I had a shit stain, I get that one twice a day average. All the rest just the usual adoration and praise you'd expect as king of the galaxy. I went back to Secaucus, called Chinese in ahead of time, steamed Chicken Broccolli, steamed white rice, no sauce, same every day now for over twenty day's straight easy. When I call the guy immediately cuts me off when he hears my voice, 'kay, kay, kay, got it,' bam, phone calls over. I went back to my place, pooped, showered, read more some Neitzsche, 'politics of the soul' talkin' about how the truely heroic individual is an infectious force that makes a people stronger even as he destroys the foundation upon which those people stand, and thought to myself, fuck, it's great to be me. Got on my New York Rangers Undies on again, made them for Yesterday's promotion, of course I was so damn effective, and such a media magnet that they wanted to pay me another quick grand for another hour I'd be slammin' jammin' anyway. Did the gas station, listened to Maiden, got there and kicked ass again. Did about an hour and a half, the New York Rangers band wagon crew came by with media engine again to get footage, mass hysteria. I've got a new photo move I've been doing, I simply sling the chicks over my shoulder like a cave man, goes great with my new beard and larger bulkier build. I haven't started the grunting yet, sure it won't take long. They're building a new 'Tickets' booth in Times Square so one of my favorite corners is gone for the moment leaving me over a subway grill that has this gong sounding, groan belting out noise constantly necessitating me to scream my songs like a lion or something, after long periods I am aggressive, well cause I just screamed for two hours. I went to other gas station in Secaucus to see if gym partner was going, no, too sore from last workout, so I go myself. Did twenty minutes on eliptical machine, level 15, then blasted legs. Inner and outer thigh, with whole stack and 45 pound plate, extensions and curls, whole stack, hack squat, 4 sets, ending with 315, yes, I know, motherfuck--- HAUS!!! Got home, let the chow down begin. At least a half pound of plain pasta, dozen egg whites, 2 chicken breasts, veggies. Sat down wrote this, leaving now to eat and read some Emerson. As with all days, a dilligent, constant onslought of mental, physical, emotional gymnastic, all perpetrated for a world audience who might not be suited to take it all in a once. Love, Naked
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