Cash Alias and porn

Anonymous access to porn or illegal activities are unintended kinks to work out. Cashalias isn’t about adult entertainment. Or drugs, or fencing stolen goods.

Being able to conduct private financial transactions online is about much more indulging a disreputable alter ego. It’s about civil liberty. About having access to information. Certainly the majority of people don’t aspire to need such information, they’re after forbidden fruit, but let’s not discount the freedom to pursue such fancies. In fact pornography could pay the bills for implementing Cash alias and obscure its real potential.

The internet has brought us to a place where your boss can know if you buy a job-hunting book. That’s the silliest example, but don’t you know what I mean? We’re heading toward a big brother who can oversee so much worse.

Let’s say you work at Walmart. What if you wanted to learn about forming a union? It’s not far fetched to imagine that the local sheriff, upholder of the status quo, could be keeping an eye out for you going one mile over the speed limit because you were on an “intellectuals” watch list. A troublemaker could be worn down by tax audits, utitility company errors, telemarketers.

Insurance companies already do this profiling.

That’s what Cashalias is about and I wouldn’t doubt there would be attempts to make something like it illegal. The service would be cash-up-front. You’d go to a participating bookstore, give them $100 for example. Give them a fictitious name. They’d start an account for you, give you a password, that’s it. Then you would have $100 to spend online. So you’d have PSEUDOCASH, PHONYMONEY, FUNNYMONEY. Those were the other possible concept names. You’d buy something through a browser plugin, the item would ship to that store, and you’d eventually saunter by with your password.

Cable Montana

I wasn’t sure I could do it. I spoke brazenly on the phone, like a dog on a chain, like a dog who barks louder maybe because he’s on his chain. Well, that’s speculative isn’t it? So I tossed off my chain.

I got up there on Tuesday. It was way past dark. She was at the bar but went home to meet me. She had tried to talk me out of it before I came up and she started again but I made her lead me back to the bar. It seemed part of her was pleased and intrigued with what might happen.

She pointed him out. He was bigger than I expected. Of course I had pictured him ugly and so he was ugly. I left. She’d given me directions to his apartment and I made my way there. He lived above a tobacconist. I would wait for him on the stairs.

I realized I didn’t know what she was going to do. I couldn’t imagine she’d warn him, or get the police. At worse perhaps she’d show up with him and try to talk it out. But that would still be a betrayal so I didn’t expect it.

I put what I’d concealed on its side, into the shadow of the step, and held a decoy which I’d thought of on another operation. Once before I’d waited in the hall with a single rose that I’d bought at the airport. When neighbors passed me they smiled and greeted me, thinking I was on of course a different mission. This guy had misrepresented himself as gay, so I figured I’d enhance his false pretense. Ha!

Was I thinking straight? If I was seen at all, an investigation would reveal me. It could go that far of course. I didn’t know how badly I would hurt him.

I was uneasy about how hard to hit him. I’d read that where amateurs fail is in cringing at the point of impact. I could imagine that instinct holds us back from upsetting the equilibrium of someone’s well being. But would I overcompensate as a result and fracture his skull? It didn’t occur to me that I would kill him.

What was I after? She had not forgiven him, but word had gotten out through her friends and as a result he’d tried to approach her about clearing his name. She told me it was sufficient punishment that he was in a panic about his reputation: he’d have trouble pulling this on another girl. I intoned that his reputation had little to do with how he’d gotten past her defenses. She was drugged, she doesn’t remember anything. She remembers fighting him off in the bathroom.

For me the issue was that she was violated. Or might have been. Her body, in the scheme of things my body, our shared sexual temple, had been sacked or might have been. Not knowing, it became untouchable as if it was.

I was avenging myself. I was frustrated that she was in large part responsible for having been drunk enough, or for having entertained miscreants among whom lurked a social criminal. What she did was out of my control. That she could now be pregnant or terminally infected was the untenantable. There was nothing to do about it except get rough justice. In the name of deterrence for a next crime, whatever.

Every campus should have a secret greek society for meting out swift retribution. Two other suspects at the party, whose faces she couldn’t later differentiate from typical party guys, had made an early remark about slipping her something. They joked that while she had left her drink unattended someone could have dosed it with a “Roofie.” Would they have made that joke if somewhere outside lurked a Frappa You Upsilon, behind the trees on a dark quiet week night?

Thus a founding member, protector of sacrosanct, sat waiting for this jerk to come home, hopefully alone, hopefully stumbling drunk. If he wasn’t the one, let him sort it out with whoever was. He was complicit as was everyone who was there, stoned or drunk in the various rooms inattentive.

Let him stumble with his head bleeding, his eyes dilated from a concussion as he scrambles for sympathy and protection. I will have told him that I would be back to hear his confession but tonight I was showing him my anger. Later he could tell me the specifics about what he did and what mud he’d dragged into my life, then I was going to fuck him up again. He brought this on himself for being a dumb shit, for being a thirty year old dumb shit with no business on a college campus except apparently to rape college girls. Was I envious? Was I furious because I didn’t dare try what he was doing? Well isn’t that hard to say? But tonight I was making sure he ran smack into the consequences that keep me at bay.

It started to get light and as I write this now I am thinking about angry dogs.

Reprinted from Aberrant Books

Toons is discovered by Business Journal

Here’s a very nice article about the unique film collection at TOONS.
Reprinted from The Colorado Springs Business Journal:

‘Oasis’ for the offbeat
By BOZENA WELBORNE, Editorial Intern

Most people, when they think of Toons — if they’ve heard of the store at all — will envision a graffiti-ridden former gas station-turned-store on Nevada Avenue. Its location and its ambience make it a likely hangout for the Colorado College students in its vicinity.

But it’s much more than that. Toons actually draws much of its clientele from “working, commuting students from UCCS or other community colleges, as well as students who come by during the holidays,” said Eric Verlo, the founder of the music, video and vintage items store.

The store has an eclectic collection of videos, used albums and CDs, vintage posters and collectibles that run the gamut from “clairvoyant,” heat-sensitive gummy fish (the cheapest item in the store at 25 cents, and very popular with those CC students) to $2,000 vintage jukeboxes (the most expensive item and the least likely to be sold, Verlo says).

Most of the used goods come directly from the closets and attics of the Colorado Springs community. Generally, Toons will purchase used items at 50 percent of their original price, though it may vary according to the quality of the item or how many copies of the item Toons has in stock.

Toons’ owner is especially proud of the store’s diverse video collection, with 4,700 titles and maintains they are not merely hard-to-find videos, but videos the average person has “probably never even heard of.” What the store can’t make up in number, it makes up in the sheer diversity of its collection. There is also a very strong Eastern European film collection, as well as the obligatory French films.

Verlo emphasizes the highly academic nature of a portion of the collection, maintaining that many of the films are chosen specifically because of their sociopolitical or cultural significance.

Because the store carries such a diverse assortment of items diverging from the mainstream, Verlo is hard-pressed to identify any competitors. The most likely candidates would be Media Play, Best Buy and Blockbuster Video. Verlo says those retailers are just beginning to realize the potential of catering to the non-mainstream market, of “introducing people to new things,” and may increasingly compete directly with Toons.

Few people know that there are actually two Toons stores, one at 802 N. Nevada Ave., but also a less well-known store at 3163 W. Colorado Ave. The latter, actually called the Bookman, opened first in 1990, while the Nevada Avenue location opened at the site of an old gas station in 1993, in a conscious effort to drift away from the typical strip-mall-feel evident at many stores.

Verlo came up with the idea of opening such a store while visiting his retired parents in Colorado Springs. Verlo started contemplating what he would do after his own retirement and, considering his passion for books, decided that he would like to own a bookstore and thus, the initial idea of Toons was formed. Verlo’s unique life has also had an influence on the eclectic nature of the store. Verlo is a graduate of UCLA who has lived in France and the Philippines, and has traveled extensively.

Verlo estimates startup costs fell somewhere in the $10,000 range. Since the idea of the store was a gradual development, the inventory itself was gradually collected without a specific vision. So, the cost of accumulating the inventory wound up being more expensive. Today, Verlo knows that probably was not the best way to purchase the store’s inventory, but the method is responsible for the store’s unique, museum-like feel. He emphasizes that the store’s existence is not really driven as much by a profit motive as it is by the idea of creating a collection of unusual items to intrigue and be enjoyed by the entire community. Toons is still pretty much breaking even with any excess profit immediately re-invested into enlarging the diversity of the store’s wares. This accentuates the fact that it is really a labor of love on Verlo’s part, as well as that of the staff.

Although it expanded to the Nevada Avenue store in 1993, Toons is now branching out onto the Internet with its own Web site at http://www.toonsmusic.com. The store’s staff created and maintains the site.

Ironically, Colorado Springs’ growth has not benefited Toons. Verlo said most of the growth has been at the outskirts of the city. Because of this, he says, fewer people come downtown, where the store is located.

Currently, Toons is trying to attract a more upscale, older clientele at the Nevada Avenue store and has consequently sectioned off a portion of the store, hoping to appeal to this new client base. Jitterbuzz.com, a top Washington D.C.-based Web site for swing and lindy hop aficionados, called the section “the largest swing selection of any record store in town (Colorado Springs).” Verlo hopes the store’s new setup offers some variety, while allowing the older and younger generations to choose whether to interact or keep to themselves.

Verlo believes that Toons’ ultimate legacy for the Colorado Springs community is its very existence. It provides the city with an oasis of non-mainstream ideas. Verlo advises those who seek success or at least contentment in the business arena to “do what (they) want in life,” as he did in creating Toons.