Bleu-Cheese Award: Revival Jersey

Narrated 'claim' of a capitalist 'prince' with a memoir about 'wrought' optimism in conditions of Homeland/Jersey manic-depression.

An offbeat capitalist-tale of 'diner-chat' proportion, inspired (loosely) by The Apostle (Robert Duvall). 

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Let me tell you my story, and it's not for the faint-hearted. My name's Amlan Satan, and I've become something of a culinary-art(s) fellow with a cool scholarship, for my widespread interests in culture-exchange created by diner-table greetings and travel(s), which I use as referenced inspiration in my capitalism-race superstition tales about fortune and treasure and confidence/heat, drawing interest from today's intelligentsia/citizenry of the Homeland (America) intrigued by forms of 'personality' in lifestyle intelligence (ha).

My story sounds rather 'focused' and self-interested, but it's not normal or overground capitalism rhetoric, I assure you, my reader(s). Indeed, it's one of raw Hell, and it's one of a special/mechanical 'bleu-cheese award' I gathered while visiting the campus of Johns Hopkins for a special symposium concerning the links between psychology and lifestyle and serotonin-receptor mechanisms for plasticity reflecting our consumerism/capitalism culture of 'diner-table' mannerisms/consciousness (wow). Well, this award I got was for a catering duty-free exchange involving the sharing of my own/unique (secret) bleu-cheese dressing concoction served with wings and veggies and samosas (Indian) which got 'special' recognition at the 'academic' event in the Homeland (America).

The reason this award is 'special' is not because of the taste or color of the environment in which it was acquired but the background-knowledge of which I'm sharing with you, my reader(s). This Bleu-Cheese Award concerns the haunting memoir of my late-gypsy immigrant father (Stan) who'd become something of a maniac, frustrated by his work with bureaucracy and overindulgent about 'pirate-fantasies' about escapism concerning American civilization. You see, my estranged/strange daddy had this moral obsession with buying cheese-slices and leaving them in the fridge until they got (quite) moldy and then having dinner-guests over (work-office pals!) to whom he'd showcase his (purchased) 'authentic' old-seas pirate-sword before 'boasting' he'd not been ashamed (at all) of keeping old/aged moldy-cheese in his brand-new fridge (hmm).

STAN: Sword-in-hand; cheese of old; this is the mind of a modern pirate with a 'bold' eye for materialism (ha).

My girlfriend was once a witness to one of these 'proud displays' of stranger quality of civilization 'critique' with a psycho-philosophy 'tinge' of darkness/mystery, performed (quite) liberally by my estranged/strange late father (Stan). In fact, she'd ask me, "How'd you develop your love of photography and culinary-arts with this 'bizarre' youth-memory of your very unusual daddy, darling?" I'd have to confess, this is something of a rather 'dashing' mindset for me, to think (really) that I would (indeed) have a forward brain of self-focus despite this very unusual childhood memory 'bank' concerning Stan. I'd tell my girlfriend, "Perhaps it's that 'bleu-cheese' magnet that draws in me a social-media photo-humanity (for the Ego)." Perhaps I'm simply a 'priest' by nature (hmm).

Today, I'm a wealthy 'prince' (after making $15M on Wall-St.) and invested (well) in the capitalism-race 'landscape' of fortune-readings for lifestyle-and-Romanticism, transcending that 'bizarre' memory of my stranger/estranged immigrant gypsy-dad (Stan) who showcased that 'bizarre' civilization bureaucracy moldy-cheese 'rant' with pirate-sword for his office-pals at our home dining-table(s). I wonder, to this day, with my newfound dream-view of fortune/superstition, if that moldy-cheese 'experiment' had simply 'forwarded' my (own) 'incomplete sense(s)' of capitalist mysteries (for the Ego).

I live in the Homeland-Jersey culture of cinema/social-media and embrace the conception of embracing new ideas/minds for simple social-net chat and intelligence (sure!). However, I have to think about my Bleu-Cheese Award and how it shaped my rather 'typical' Western sense/psyche about wrought imagination in that Earthly-condition of (undeniable) materialism complication(s) for the heart.

STAN: Some day, you'll become a 'prince' in your right(s) and forget me!

ME: Nah, Stan; this is a social-media 'age' of photogenic fortune(s).

STAN: Perhaps you'll make me a 'clown-artist' for your presentations?

ME: Nah, Satan; I'd rather 'compose' a lyric about (simplified) magnets!

STAN: Good...sounds...like 'American' materialism.

ME: For the Ego.

GIRLFRIEND: I got you a Richie-Rich comic, darling.

ME: Very cool, honey-bee; maybe I'll make some bleu-cheese for ya!

GIRLFRIEND: For memory of father, Satan?

ME: Sure; for services of capitalist myth (on Earth).

GIRLFRIEND: Excellence.

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)