House of Linguistics

Fictional portrait of prototypical American Homeland social/cyber life drawing a Martian 'expression' for time-capsule irony/humor/lentils for uncertainties of ambition.

Animal House (John Landis) inspired educational environment social-space yarn/fable/dramedy. Thanks for reading! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Planet of the Apes) and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/criticism/translation).

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I had erected the idealized social space at my New England friend-house where I returned post-graduation and world-tour to become a cyber-homeschooling teacher for youngsters and invited my old college girlfriend to be my partner in this project (well-funded by my Wall-St. earnings in 2009).

I decided to think-back on all the ghost-magic of New England educational arena learnings for field goals and cleats and games of the mind and the arts of living and sharing space with others and feeling guided by the Earthling 'consciousness' of those guru-teachers and befriending securities personnel and lunch ladies too. It was the right-stuff memory-draw for my languages of Selfie-life jardinieres that even Martians would envy (Facebook-like!).

I brought my adopted daughter from the Ukraine, Esmerelda, to become my muse-angel and complemented my cyber-lessons from my old social house, my new Earthling-studio for incomplete-arts of crayons and cheeseburgers for capitalism world optimism (wow). It was great, and I now had the fortune to draw-in my old girlfriend to this life of charm and youth-beauty (for nonfiction/fiction).

Friends, I'd toured around the good fare-rich Blue Planet of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of 21st-Century hospitality-lines in a new space feeling world of commerce and sharing and politics contours for glass and personality and returned to my New England social house space (my 'studio' now) to find the arms of Earthling wonder for what'd become my adult-sense of gratuity and intuitions for superstitions and laughter and tears and science (Selfie-like!).

My girlfriend accepted my New England invitation, and she came over and moved-in and immediately helped me pen a tale of great fiction-quality in which the protagonist would think great things as a teacher and challenge his billiards-pro dad to a school-hall contest...and win! The protagonist had no idea his dad was so skilled at pool, and when he drew all his youthful 'training' at billiards to pull-off the magic-upset win over his wealthy daddy in New England, he was now resolved to find gratitude-magic to become a capitalism-symbolism storyteller for kids. My girlfriend loved the idea, and the whole-story for me was catharsis and cool largeness, and it (ironically) reminded me why and how she and I would enjoy time at my New England social house in real life, on Saturday Eves, challenging my peers at billiards and thinking of young-adult Romanticism for our (shared) capitalism universe of cheerleaders (ha).

Everything was magical. Who'd think a Martian would land on Earth and enter my New England 'studio' space/house in-secret and make himself known to me as a spying alien monkey-humanoid of very-high intelligence? This monkey-prince, Caesar, insisted that he'd been drawn into my Earth-universe of social media and cyber-spirit and life-linked jars for superstitions and competition arts and TV languages. He read my stories and cyber-lessons and made mark of me as something of a Charlie Brown type and insisted he wanted to acquire some deep-truth about this Earth-visit (for cinema!).

CAESAR: I'd crush your puny world and your studio house for my vanity, fool.

ME: What the Hell do you want, Caesar friend?

CAESAR: I ain't your friend...this 'examination' concerned my insight for life!

ME: Take-back to Mars whatever clues of contact you got here from me/now.

CAESAR: I'll take back my photo of you and my record of your social jars, fine.

ME: I guess I'm to think you marked me as a typical American, Caesar.

CAESAR: Keep this contact for your memoir...adapt it into a time-capsule, ok.

ME: I shall do just that, Caesar...and it'll stay-secret, with a funny evolution.

CAESAR: Facebook-like (for Eugenics?).

ME: Farewell (for cinema).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)