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Permafreelance

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Permafreelance is a recurring concept in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between April 15, 2025 and April 15, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as “Permafreelance is their word, not mine. It means you work full time but you don’t get benefits or vacation”. It most often appears alongside Alex Kazemi, Anthony Galluzzo, BioBat Art Space.

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  • Category: Concepts
  • Mention count: 1
  • Issue count: 1
  • First seen: April 15, 2025
  • Last seen: April 15, 2025

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  • [[issues/2025-04-15_redacted-is-awful_full|[REDACTED] is awful ]]

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[REDACTED] is awful
April 15, 2025 · Original source
Monday, April 7 Me Being More Gentle About It: Little spiders climb up and down my arms as I sit in the yoga tent and go to school on my Computer. The men are back at the horses stables this morning, brushing the animals off and dust goes flying, red flower petals keep blowing down from the trees and creating a sort of storm of pollen in the dusty air. Something great happened last night. At first, I was worried about it, but things turned out fine and so in retrospect, it was something great. Driving back from dinner on the ATV, there had been a storm on the beach and so we’d been stuck there for a while, getting a little drenched even huddled under the tent and finally we were driving back, open air, wet road, bright moon and suddenly there was a little black colt standing lost in the middle of the street. I got off the ATV, moonshine shimmering off all the puddles, the animal was not concerned, it was just standing in the street looking up at me and then we walked together, across the wet pavement and into wet dirt, down the dark dirt road and then I left it by the stable - we couldn't find the gate but it wasn’t looking to wander more. Today, the horse is fine, and I knew that it would be. I think it was some kind of omen, maybe. A reminder to consult with the stars, and particularly, lately, to check on the tides. I'll be back in New York tomorrow - having strange flashbacks to being a gallery girl intern and waking up all bright eyed and opportunistic with the sun. When I think about that, I get all excited to be back in the city. I could be a Permafreelance assistant for a prestige publication and make $9.77 an hour this summer if I wanted. Permafreelance is their word, not mine. It means you work full time but you don't get benefits or vacation. You can’t, with any self respect, be nearly twenty five years old and still reveling in an exploitative half job lugging garment bags around New York but if you could, then you probably still would. I could spend the summer reading The Greats and I could spend the fall reading everything Semiotext(e) has ever published. I could start a strange project called [REDACTED] that is sure to be a hit. Yeah, it's time to go back to New York though. David and I watched the sunset for real tonight. I found the Secret Beach. Yeah, it is pretty magic, David said. Tuesday, April 8 I had too many yuca fries before the beef stew dinner last night and so I wasn’t too hungry, went to bed early, didn't sleep a wink and now it's dawn. We eat dinner at Ritual most nights in Malpais. Ritual is the cafe that David’s friend's girlfriend owns. It is full of wonderful things like a tart made of avocados and cashews and coconut oil, or espresso mixed with orange juice, or, last night was stew from the meat we grilled over the weekend, and last night the restaurant was closed, just accessible for us, I went to bed too early. Fog at sunrise today. I pack up and I tiptoe out of the hotel. David finds me by the horses in the morning dew making scratch marks on paper. I tell him that I don't take any of it for granted, and I mean it when I say it. I get in a taxi, and then I am by myself again. At the airport, I am too tired to even be on edge. I text Sylvie and Rebecca about the project idea that is sure to be a hit. Do you want to be a part of [new hit project] I say. Yes, they both say. At the airport, I kind of want to go slump over in a booth, and so I go and sit inside an awful place called GastroPub and I order one of those awful salads with the canned black olives and the dried mushrooms and cranberries and shaved almonds and some generic seed oil filled dressing, you know the type. I order a black coffee, too. The seed oil dressing on the side comes dangerously close to sloshing all over my coffee. I pick the chicken out of my salad with some care and eat only that, while the rest of the whole soggy heap of food kind of collapses in on itself. I spend twenty one dollars. Then, I spend nineteen dollars on some coffee and electrolytes and macaroons from Starbucks. I make sure to time my macaron consumption to end at twelve noon exactly, and then I set a timer for 36 Hours. A Monk Fast. This is the sort of thing that can be done when one is at the airport feeling bogged down. Obviously, I am not actually going to join a cult. It's mostly just aesthetic fixation. Style over substance. The real issue intellectually is if you can't truly distinguish yourself from something like the plastic tray on the plane in front of you. I haven't even really tried too hard to find a God. I'm sorry. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Tuesday, April 15 From 8pm - late at (RSVP for location) — Terms Eccles is throwing another tax day party!! - “talking broadly about money and art and downtown and midtown, all at once. the only thing that will make tax day worth celebrating.”
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