My blog isn’t really a proper music blog, I’m sorry, I’m a superstar in training so you might catch me around here sparring and training up, keeping up my match fitness.

It’s more of a personal development blog, which is very personal, because I don’t really need to expand my consciousness as much as work out what the hell is going on.

Money is boring, music is boring, girls are usually more trouble than they’re worth, and so I’m basically a loser as it turns out. But I refuse to sit here and rot and do something that’s not real. If I’m up here and I’m writing, at least I’m building my trail, and I’m talking out about what I feel, and having a chance to reflect on that and see where I’m at with it.

And then something else will happen tomorrow and oh well. More money. More opportunities to extend myself creatively, to craft my brand, to craft my narrative. Some girl who I didn’t expect.

You never know what could happen next.

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So kind of september, and no “microscope” releases.

Well it looks like there’s some good news anyway so it’s a bit of a reset there.

Maybe I get to be a producer afterall? Would be awesome if just when I start getting some traction as a producer, that’s when I stop caring.

I’ll still make tunes, but it’s some crucial part of the puzzle.

What do we do with microscope? Well we have our video programme, but I need to follow through with home alone before this house gets too full and destroys the vibe.

I need to capture the vibe there. And that’s going to be part of the romantech thing, I mean I’ll just carry on without any tight structure, I still want to do my haunted microscope project but I’m doing other shit too.

I want to do my website mean.

But really I need to change the header don’t I?

Am I goingto talk about what it could mean if I start moving up? Well, whatever basically, I don’t think it should change the plan, need a decent website before I can put some good new tunes on it and THEN start promoting actively.

I have a kitty for that, but the time isn’t right. Let’s get home alone, let’s find out where that is.

It will happen this year. I will be working on it, I’ll be working on new other tunes that could get interesting. Projects, and sniper shots.

The time travelling lifestyle isn’t really a gimmick. It’s part of an achronological narrative, but it also gives you the chance to examine yourself from different angles and you know I love to examine myself – I did a remix once of a song called “self examination circus”.

The plan was to split up the blogging.

I’d cruised over to another blog because no one reads this stuff! I don’t write anything good, but still. I probably need to stop contradicting myself artistically and act like a guy who makes music instead of simply splurges premature half formed blog posts of endless self indulgence.

Just like on my other blog, a splurge and it’s over. don’t be a splurger.

Something better awaits in time.

For those with something to offer.

I was thinking as I wandered about tonight that it’s really best to focus on making one thing the best it can be.

But that’s the thing, business and art and girls – it’s all related. Except for in my life, it gets buried by my material outcome focus, and I say, no, I can’t blog about business any more, because life is just becoming too business.

Where’s the vibrancy and adventure? I got nothing to blog about here, that any one cares, about so I have to fix that.

I don’t even care about releasing tunes, if I do, then that’s motivating which is good. I still want to keep my agenda of reaching further with video and stuff.

I don’t want to be some square. I’m out there and basically because I want to scrooge up my cash and won’t take  a chance I’m on the run from any options out there that exist.

The fact that too much time is invested into drama around my business makes me think that I got to balance it out somehow, business is art, because less business is more art, it’s all things in balance, and half the time I can barely think because it’s all some money issue.

Forget it.

It doesn’t cost a lot to dress well, you just have to make the effort. I never make the effort because it’s all work, it’s all business, no time for the finer things to be cultivated, and so I end up a cultureless bandit, making money and driving around and making tunes and splurging all over my blogs, graffiti, hopeful for something.

But whats the point? The point is business is just part of life, and if I want to blog about it here, then I will. Well, I should blog in one good place. At least here, this is my music, my art, my life, I blog about whatever I like. But nobody will read it.

Well just wait and see I guess.

Man getting out of business is like getting out of Iraq. Or something.

Time travelling as I am want to do, at the hard times of this year, I tried to become very zen in my reaction to the hard and heavy vibes on offer.

And that relativity buzz, trying to convince myself with the power of rational reason that relative to everyone around me, I live pretty well. I work less and I earn more, and I am absolutely free, but maybe that’s the problem, ongoing freedom, ongoing wandering, wondering, what else could there be . . .

There is definitely something else. You may never see it, but if you settle down to rot, you will definitely never see it.

That’s the home alone vibe, that the rot has set in from the inside, the sedintary, the stationary, the inert. Smothering you in your little trap.

Time travelling to the old school yard:

I remember in school I used to try very hard. I was pretty cracked out on the A+’s, I just wanted it so bad.

It’s not so different now, a website kind of is an A+ on a school project.

I look after myself. I live I guess a kind of different lifestyle than most, I don’t go to work,

Yeah and all that except you’ve got to get that going on the home alone vibe!

Those times are now the domain of the home alone project.

I said that I would be doing that this year. That it’s all set back for 2010. There’s no other option except to grow into it with my video programme.

one good thing, I was stuck in that bridge traffic and I saw: “Vic Tunnel, completion mid 2012″ sahweet bro, lots of jobz on!

same with the rugby world cup when I was at NZTE. I was like, “I’m gonna do alright out of this.”

one thing I learnt: with corp clients, women wanna meet you. Dudes must only care who you are if you mess it up. Maybe?

I’ve been time travelling out of concern for general purpose and direction.

But then you get the call up that somebody wants to sign your beats and suddenly life has meaning again.

It’s good. I said I wouldn’t talk any business talk here because I may aswell well blab positively and seriously, no one reads this blog. But it is a bit like the money situation in that you sit there going, man I wish I had some cash and my tunes were getting signed.

And then you do get cash, and your tunes do get signed and then yeah . . .

It’s a funny one. Because you realise what maybe waiting. More money. Better tunes signed. Then what?

It’s meaningless. It’s good, but I don’t think it really means much in the greater scheme of things. I still do what I do. I do my business to get cash, and I do my songs because it’s what I do. But I gotta keep on with my other stuff. My drama, my narrative. Having tunes and being happening doesn’t interfere at all, the drum and bass thing is an afterthought. Oh yeah, I happen to be this drum and bass guy, but y’know whatever.

Won’t drum and bass nerds and dorks get a freak when they see me on youtube.

I get to be deep and mysterious with more of a vibe, which is good. Or y’know, whatever vibe, there’s more of it, it matters. I am supposed to be a drum and bass producer and dj so it could maybe help if I produced some drum and bass. Or something. Haha.

Y’know, I said it was about lifestyle, the style of life, and living artistically. That’s what I aim to achieve. And I don’t think it’s that stylish to be working all the time trying to make money you’ll never spend. I don’t wanna do that. I just want to be secure in a luxurious way.

I don’t think it’s stylish to make tunes because you’ve got something to prove to somebody. Making tunes is important to my identity, it’s important to me that I’m not just so young entrepreneur guy who’s found a way to make money and that’s where the story gets boring. I make tunes because I’m not just this money making dude.

I’ve said it represents past experiences and moments of insight and realisation that strike you. That has meaning. My BMW has meaning. It says I worked hard and bought a BMW. But what does that say?

What does that mean?

I could so I did. Making beats hasn’t been so easy. Girls aren’t always easy to deal with either.

I’ve said it before, it’s easier to make money that art and get girls, so my efforts are lacklustre.

Disappointing. With a bit of encouragement and confidence, I am ready to make beats that people want to hear.

Who wants to be the guy demanding everyone’s attention? Forget that. Forget the attention economy, what about the real economy?

Does the fact I want to be a DJ help the real world? I only want to be a DJ to make sense of the real world. In my world, people wanted to express themselves. Beats had meaning to me, maybe because this is my short life.

There are greater mysteries and issues unresolved then can be bared and music is just one way of looking deeper.

But being who I am, didn’t I always see the romance in it, to be young and have art and drama and narrative in your life. Life. Style, that’s what it is.

It doesn’t matter whether you have a million dollars, or have a vinyl on a top label coming out, or have luscious babes fighting over you, you’re the one who has to live every second in your shoes, travelling through time, so you had better hope you can enjoy it.

I’d like to be the person I always wanted to be.

I’m getting there slowly, but I can’t really tell if I’ll get there in time, generally you can’t, you just have to try to make the right decisions. But maybe it doesn’t matter.

The time travelling bit is all about my overthinking and flights of despair and dread, but hey, that’s me. Maybe I could learn to just not. That’s what I’m hoping, y’know, I make money, I make beats, and you know what’s coming next for old romantech.

Hi de hi campers!

I’m getting nestled down for another weekend working on the “Dojo Inpsectors” release.

It’s true, nothing changes!

There’s plenty of other things I would rather be doing but hey. The one outcome I’m trying to avoid is y’know, when you put all this effort into something and turns out to be rubbish, well I’ve done that before, especially with my music, so this time I’m trying to plan well in advance and being smart.

Chance would be a fine thing.

supreme confidence

I guess I should say that I am lucky in the fact that no one is going to tell me it’s good if it’s not. No one’s going to be sucking up to me, that’s for sure.

Well there you have it

It’s time to get this place cleaned up. You can’t be afraid to live the life you always wanted or you’ll just end up hating yourself.

We’re shipping off the refugees and the prisoners and the rutting and rotting bonebags to lerch off elsewhere and moan about whatever it is they want, lust for riches and fleshly pleasures may begone, I prithee take your leave.

This is an art blog. No one is standing in the way of art and so it shall be. Is lifestyle art? If lifestyle is artistic and lends itself to creativity well I guess that’s okay.

Maybe that’s what I really need to work on. Not working.

Not working, but living!

I need to experiment with working in more diverse scenarios, so I can cope with being flexible in my environment when I am working.

Get my big 3g topped up just so I can practice skyping clients in weird places and doing such things naturally, but then wasn’t this supposed to be an art blog not some kind of productivity nonsense?

look, i’m trying to free my self from dependency on sales and dealing with clients and supervising stuff so I can do the living part, blog about it elsewhere, and just worry about art here.

Art! Art! Art!

The life aesthetic.

But it’s not just about the logistics of the freedom in working, but also those same conditions for doing creative work such as music and video.

I can write anywhere and that’s fine but we need to think beyond that so I can roll on and still produce new music and new videos, because right now I can’t produce jack, and I’m not even sleeping on couches, in hotel rooms, in weird countries with weird stuff going on.

Think about my costs if I was in a different country.

You see if here I . . . Man my lifestyle is depressingly about work. But hey, y’know poverty, deprevation, who needs it?

I don’t want to spoil myself I’m just holding the weight and feeling the contoured surfaces of what freedom could be.

If I spend $700 in expenses a week here, then that might be $200 in some other country, I’d only need to be making $1200 back home and pay me expenses and save $1000.

I could go for a holiday to the phillipines just to pimp out all my websites and . . . okay thats enough.

But the freedom to travel like that, yeah, I should try and work it out. Work out how to work on doing less.

And doing more art. Being more art.

not even fixing the grill on my other beamer (see bg pic) for next photos. So 1 of my beamerz got a grill missing? Whut it do? We gangzin yo

BUT ONLY A YEAR AGO IN THE TIME TRAVELLING ANACHRONISTIC? No, ACHRONOLOGICAL JOURNEYS OF ROMANTECH:

I’m very upset that my youtube blog from last night hasn’t posted.

I didn’t no who else to turn to. No use crying over spilt milk. Well I dunno. I’m like, y’know, artistic. I’m easily unsettled.

Today I think I said – I just felt very confined. I start to feel restrained by my business sometimes. It’s natural because deep down I know it’s what I have to do.

How boring why don’t you do something about it like travel through time and speak in tongues?

Unsettled. I’ll unsettle you. Anyway. That’s the point. I just had to sit there and do my business all the time before, now I finally have the chance to find out how I can go days . . . or well at least hours without even thinking about work . . . i’d like to be time travelling already . . .

WHAT?

what would I do? I’m sure i’d think of something. Practice going off and seeing what happens.

We have to bring the tiger penis back into the equation. The tiger penis is a chance and it’s a hustle. I just need to get ready to do this. If I can do this in auckland I can do it all around the country.

That’s art in it’s own way. There must be some inspiration in there.

I tried to travel through time but it didn’t work.

Perhaps I look foolish. I don’t feel silly. I started to do some stylistic stuff, which gave me a bit of a spark, doing things differently, and a little more thoughtlessly, more about flow. Trying something different.

I obviously still want to be artistic but I just seem to want to write right now and not so much music. It’s the thrill of just banging it out, I just write so much now, and now I’m starting to think about how it works out, because I must be getting better. And some stage you breakout and evolve and I saw what I was doing just before as changing and progressing, and perhaps bringing more art, more flourish, more illustration and less kind of navel gazing, boring, petulant, y’know, whatever, nonsense.

I think it’ll help my art, because I am looking for something more and I can’t see it . . . yet.

But this is where I am searching.

People might read it, I don’t know. It’s not a big deal. To me I think I said that blogging is like sparring, I’m getting in here, playing with ideas, learning to let ideas flow, because I definitely see how writing and music and video are coming together, and for me it’s most suitable to do what I do.

I don’t really make awesome music. That doesn’t mean it’s not any good, it’s not incredible. Who cares? I make it because I can. I write this here because otherwise I wouldn’t be and it wouldn’t mean anything if I chose to spend this time sitting lost in my thoughts instead of at least trying to wrestle and box with them here and now.

Does that mean I have to make people like my writing now? Do I think I’m a writer? Damn. Hope not. I just hope that people will see that I refuse to not have my own buzz going on, and I will always do something.

In 2 of my time travelling episodes um stuff happened. Or well something. I was experimenting.

In the first episode I went full blown and traced it once agian back to heavy vibes that demanded my attention, and made no sense. It was possibility whether it a sea or a desert, drowning or dehydrating, something was . . . who would lie back, I fought.

Will strange metaphors be strung into a lifeline?

In the second episode I was packing a sad over some relativity issue and trying to come back to earth or something. I guess I’m just trying new ways to free my mind.

I think you can worry about your image, or allow yourself the freedom to be yourself.

When I was younger and all this was happening I had very bold ideas that perhaps weren’t that stupid. I never thought about money, I didn’t have any.

Did the limits of existance have to be so rigid and arbitrary, was it so indulgent to defy it, was art the only way to board the spaceship to another dimension?

Was it just a pretty toy, a bubble making machine to delight you?

Did I work out now that it is the stories, the endless churning gears that create that heavy force, that pressure on the soul, of narrative, of destiny, of all paths having ends of all possibilities having resolution, of happy endings, or of endings of any scrutability at all?

And so I write, and I wonder what a beat or scene I filmed can really say?

Is it okay to say it was a tigers penis? Is it okay to have a metaphor and then dump it, cut it away, disgard it?

It’s my story I only need to know what I want to say and then choose how I say it.

But writing dumb blogs isn’t anything anyone cares about. Who cares, I’m only sketching, only meditating only weighing different measures and lots. Let me think, what confidence can you have in anything important that is rushed?

Look really I just want people to read my blog. Yes it’s dirty terminator future buzz man zapping up in your dateline fresh from another dadaist jaunt.

It’s so much more exciting when nothing makes sense, but hey don’t take my word for it.

So yes, I need to be less self absorbed. How do you do that?

I’m talking about a better side coming through, y’know, if I started focusing on stuff other than myself, then it would be a heel of a lot more interesting than the normal dreary nonsense I go on about.

I am free. Which costs money. I am totally free, in my own house, living how I please.

I think I need to just put that there and appreciate it.

That costs money. That’s a privilege, having no job and a house and the internet hooked up so you can do as you please that’s modern freedom.

I’m hoping I will come to truly understand that more deeply.

t’s just the pressure of privilege. If I have this background, and I have this privilege, then why can’t I just have the perfect life, why isn’t it just easy for me to put it all together, dust off my hands and walk away?

Maybe I’m a storyteller, mine isn’t for the living, it’s for the watching and describing to those who will never witness it.

Maybe I’m not a winner, maybe I just have been shown enough about winning to better describe it to other people, and that’s my role, to be the storyteller, to help people understand that there were people who radiated more so than we.

You’re special too, just not as special as you thought.

And that ties in to with me getting myself off the stage and getting on with my own thing. Not quite sure how now, but- oh yeah, that no one’s interested in me complaining, so I guess I have to focus on someone other than me, despite the fact I’m so self absorbed.

Might have to bring the seething resentment into part of the story.

But how can I be resentful when I’m happy in my house? I haven’t been sent to die, there’s no one making my life a misery. I’m just hear, sitting round collecting a marginal wage for a marginal amount of work and paying most of it on my rent.

Maybe just like the characters in Lost, I have to “let go”.

But How now? Might have to call a song that, if I ever write any more songs.

See listen to me whinging and crying, it’s not very becoming is it? Maybe I need editorial? Well that’s nonsense. I’m flawed, I am. I am summoning great powers, if you think you know how it’s done I’d like to invite you to try.

Let’s do the timewarp again – August 2010

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS FROM 7 MONTHS IN THE FUTURE

Okay well yeah.

Sort it out.

Anyway, so um there could be a good thing, there could be a lot of good things there could be a door slamming, a squeal of tyres, my mind, in my eyes, in my mind eyes see thoughts of something, the night the door way to a million possibilities. A million possibilities served with a smile, your one is waiting and made fresh. Is that a contradiction?

We’re trying to take our existential experiment further, it’s possible there’s nothing left to say that will impress anyone any more for any reason that doesn’t matter so that’s why I write rather than ride some dream, play with my toys, leave them strewn across the room so that some woman might pick up the pieces and change my nappies.

If growing up is to be miserable and starved of culture then that is my tantrum, screaming on the floor demanding attention like a child.

I can’t enjoy my own experience if I’m locked in the expectation I will behave because I don’t want to and as long as I don’t have to then why should I?

Is it what people see or are they too busy looking at themselves? Can we not all see we are flawed, if not desperately striving to better ourselves, mutants, mutating, reproducing, testing thoroughly, nothing if not thorough.

I was walking down the street not luck enough to be interesting but I only have myself to blame for being half dead and traumatized by my own existence. It was too frightening to live so I died a little each moment and they never realised until they buried me. It was most unfortunate, but rebellious I was in thought. The mind was willing, willing to dream, as long as a dream was good enough.

I thought it was merely a jigsaw puzzle and an obstacle course but perhaps I wasn’t suited, perhaps there were too many pursuits, too many alleyways I found my self recedivising in – all while I didn’t know how why I could also meant I wouldn’t and I was a secret agent for an ongoing tragedy.

My orders were simply to await further orders and maintain my post until that time however secondarily there was perhaps a subplot in which I felt a great weight however it was mysterious as to it’s nature and nothing I could obtain instruction on.

I tried to look at the problem from new perspectives and try new approaches, but like layers of an onion they unpeeled and left not more wiser but thinking anything else but htinking of it was infinitely preferable.

Maybe a practical approach was required or no approach at all. Willfully reductionist we look for new purity in simplicity only to find our own deficits and shortcomings ambush the convoy riding through the valley, who were bringing much needed supplies of hope and delusion to the pilgrims and settlers.

Uncertain times call for uncertain, unmeasured measures. Any sense of surity is of value and yet everything mysterious is a gamble unless it is known and defeats the very adventure of it.

This is just a note from the future where we tried to time travel to the past and it was only a dark rainbow through which nothing but crude yet but maybe charming illustrations were portrayed.

I figured I had nothing to say to those I had outgrown, did it comfort anyone to forcefully and somewhat awkwardly let it be known? Some burn bridges so that they might never turn back, and I only sought for the outlet that felt right in my reaction, I was only the flowing trickle seeking the path of least resistance but perhaps another path lead to a better place, one can always wonder, and perhaps wonder too much.

It’s only to be said that you don’t have to make sense in order to spread a message, you don’t have to be understood to be an artist, otherwise you’re just an attention seeker.

Maybe I don’t have to understand life, I just have to live it but letting vital mysteries, vital nonsense, vital life, spasms of vitality, they only have to have innocent life to cavort, they needn’t know.

I struggle to hard for meaning. Or I onlu understand achievement and failure. Maybe I’m still not getting it . . .

I don’t even really know whats going on with this update it’s probably not a big deal that i didn’t update for almost 3 weeks, but I did do a whole lot of writing because of my new idea of just writing and using it for marketing and maybe posting whatever I liked here that didn’t make me seem like I was constantly under strain, when y’know – I’m just sorting out my affairs. I’m very thorough. Except where I’ve just got ideas and postings all flying and I don’t know what’s going on.

There are always lots of ideas and you should think about them, they could be good for getting things you want. Y’know.

So I need to get my own place which is sweet so I can get on my own vibe.

Well that’s what I thought 6 months ago, and I did so I should be happy.

But this place is too big. I can’t relax because the rent is so high, every week I gotta make that rent.

It’s funny what can happen when you’re working on a blog post. Shit can get achronological, and nonsensical. That doesn’t mean I care enough to edit it out.

Look I can put an ad here. That’s editorial for you.

But someone might turn up and move in, so that’s all good. It’s brilliant really. Because minimizing an overhead is way way better than ensuring the same in income.

A drop in overheads is just what I need. Less to worry about, more to contribute to better stuff. My jam was all out of sync. Sure I only spend about half my income, but over half what I spend was my rent, it wasn’t right. Now I’m a little bit more free

Eventually I’ll want to go back to grey lynn. But I want my space. Money seems to buy you more flash, but not much more space. So I’m going to wait and hold out for the right thing, if my money is going so sweet why shouldn’t I?

At some point I’m going to have paid off every single bill and written off every debt and I’ll just say well, let’s get out of here. Let’s get back to grey lynn. Or it opens another avenue on the shop.

But back to the original vibes.

There’s always something else.

That’s what I like about camping. There’s nothing else. The food you’ve got and the bed and everything has to be good enough because that’s all there is. That’s what I like about tour. You may aswell enjoy a drink and a smoke because there ain’t nothing better to do.

Maybe that’s life, maybe I should just enjoy myself because there’s no point in chasing girls who won’t ever give a shit, and there’s no point screaming your guts out trying to get attention for your art over everybody else’s if that’s how you want to spend your life.

When you live with someone else, there’s always something distracting you, so when you live alone it’s easy to obsess over your problems.

oh well thats sorted out.

It’s easy to wake up thinking of nothing that’s inspiring, because there’s nothing to distract your mind from the immediate shortcomings of your life.

Sometimes you feel great, usually I feel better than I have in the past, as I’m not stressed out.

but yeah things move on, new challenges present themselves.

Don’t think we’ll be going camping somehow.

Yeah back on the dateline, not only have my overheads dropped but some good business just jumped in, can I manage not to care though? Find out next time at existential bass camp!

Alright so I’m up early and ready for action.

Last night was pretty silly just blogging myself into the ground trying to basically justify how little I could make and still survive so that I can twist my attention around from money and basically get on with my life.

Put like that it seems pretty unlikely, so it’s not as if it’s not a little ambitious, and not really a waste of time if it works out.

What else was I going on about? Ending up with no woman or some crazy chick who drives you up the wall. Forget that.

When I woke up this morning I recognised the issue was that I have no plan. I have no strategy to start meeting more women. That’s the issue. If I had a million dollars what exactly would I do?

Well a million is a bit different. But y’know. If I truly put my money issues behind me, how am I going to start acting differently?

I think was the point I was making – I have to start acting like a roller to become a roller. Flawless hygiene, stylish, and seen in the right places.

Do I really want to go to some swank hip joint and hang out there by my self, waiting to zero in on chicks? How creepy.

This whole game thing is a joke. It’s just way too cheesy and you think you’re going to meet any decent girls that way? Well maybe but it’s a lottery.

Except a lottery ticket you shell out some cash for, and you’re in the draw. Game you have to work on relentlessly night after night.

Listen to me. “oh its all so hard to become a millionaire dripping with ladies and with a fresh style on the creative scene” Well yes, it is kind of hard to be a huge success, balanced in all areas of your life.

But one must endeavour and endure, mustn’t one?

What if I just need to start acting like a roller and thus make it so?

Probably.

I think that’s the thing that fails to strike, it’s not that I make great money, though I do, relatively, it’s that I don’t really do much. Like seriously, I don’t do that much, it just seems like a lot because I think about it too much. Because I see how easy everything becomes. That’s why I’m obsessed with these ads I put on my sites, they make like a few bucks a day.

I don’t really think about it, I just get a check for $100 every month or so.

I like that. imagine if it was $20 or $50 a day, I wouldn’t even have to think about it! I’d just ponce around with the money coming in. Sure I maybe wasting the last of my youth on a thing such as money, but I see now how you set it all up and y’know, like I said. You make your first million, you’re set. You’ve done it, you’re rich.

Half a million, well you’re still driving a beautiful car and living the life.

Anyway, that’s what I’m saying. it only took me 3 years to get here, what’s to say a little more work couldn’t put me there, knowing that as long as I do a little this and that, it will all work out. As I keep saying.

I’ll never work as hard again as I did in 2007, 2008 and 2009.

Never.

That’s almost a fact.

Now I realise, I only have to make $100,000 a year to one day be richer than I really need to be.

And here I am talking about the possibility of never meeting the right girl. Yeah right. It’s just when I wake up in the morning sometimes I feel so empty. Maybe if I don’t use these years now, I won’t get a sexy young thing, but hey. Is that really that bad? I know how this goes. One day you will meet a chick who is awesome and by that stage I will be quite obviously pretty secure.

Anyway $100k. What big shots my age make. Pretty much what I make now. As long as I can maintain and replace active and location based income with passive income I can deliver from anywhere . . .

Maybe I should be a skype therapist. Listen to peoples problems for $50.

I could do a lot of stuff like that. I could get on with my list building, and build my list around romantech or whatever else, just a whole bunch of junk I like.

But anyway, If I only have to make that much, then rather than focusing on making more, I can focus on working less for the same amount.

Maybe I need to get my graphic design business working properly. I get offered work virtually everyday but graphic design is so unrewarding.

The clients are always demanding, and will dump you in an instant – you got to get the money upfront or they’ll just piss on you, and you can’t ever charge that much. But as I say if I could find a way of making a few hundred extra here and there without doing much more than turning on skype and blabbing, then I’m all for it.

It doesn’t matter if it takes a lot of hard work, as long as I don’t have to do it!

What could I sell on trademe?

A1 posters: $20 ($9 profit)

dvd maori childrens songs: $15 ($13 profit)

the ten for ten kurb deal: $12  ($9 profit)

All power: $90 ($77 profit)

RWC souvenir $15 ($13 profit)

me + clients discs $6 ($5 profit)

random kiwi pack/random packs $12 ($9 profit)