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Look at this flacid advice by Flux. I said earlier in this thread that I didn't think I was suited to be a Life Coach, but now I have seen that the onus has been thrust upon me. And given the events of this weekend, I am uniqeuly suited to assert that Flux's method simply does NOT work. Let me relate to you my tale of self-actualization, and then offer my services to Barbelith-at-large.
I've been taking a life-drawing class at the New School, because Flux advised me that that would be a good way to meet bored, rich undergraduates. Fat chance. The girls in the class are lifeless and dull, and the regular student body at Parsons - well, have you ever met a sculpture major?
I was having a shitty weekend - I had been to my mother's in CT and gotten back to the city early for my class, unshowered, unshaven, not having eaten anything. I walk into the class late as usual, because I don't wear a watch, and...nobody was there.
Except a young hispanic lady dressed in sweats. She was supposed to be the model for the class, but no one else had showed up. We chatted a bit, and she called her supervisor. She hung up her mobile, and said to me, "Well, if you stay, I have to stay." So I stayed.
Even though I was filthy, and dressed in a horribly slobby fashion, I achieved great things that afternoon, and BioK9, I can help you achieve great things to.
Remember: Todd was Right.
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