Note: The “featured image” for this post is a photo of three new pamphlets (from a recent tweet). Copies of these pamphlets are not yet available electronically. They have been posted to GANTOBers and a very small number were available at The Krossing in Liverpool.
I have spent much of today performing bureaucratic gymnastics. After a 3-month hiatus I am about to re-enter the world of sales. References are not required. Progress against company targets will be assessed after a month.
I wrote yesterday of going “off grid” to avoid The Benefaktor. If only it was so simple. Pamphlets don’t just print and distribute themselves. It’s hard to go incognito in a small village. Everyone knows your business. Eyebrows have been raised at grapefruit stationery, “K” earrings, a need to recycle large numbers of printer cartridges.
My family in Edinburgh, Stirling and Perth are too busy to help. So I had to rely on The Foundation Doktor again. She is still doing her penance for the “Curt Finks” skateboard bootleg. She seemed agreeable to printing pamphlets and stuffing envelopes. I emailed her the files, transferred funds by PayPal. Job done by Saturday evening, nipping into the Easter Road Post Office before 6PM.
A regular GANTOB associate sent me a scan of the pamphlets he had received on Tuesday afternoon, and I have been checking them against my master copies. Initially I thought TFD had discharged her duties without complication. They were printed two-sided, flipped on short edge, trifold. But on closer inspection I noted two anomalies.
First, TFD has removed a mention of Ali. Instead it states that The Observer is the only “person” to have seen me and The Benefaktor at the same time (which was during our “induktion meetings” on Calton Hill). Sekond, the final “k” dropped in what should have been “konjekture”.
I approached TFD about these changes, and to her kredit she acknowledged her aktions without hesitation. In fact, her answer was almost too quick. Ali knows The Benefaktor as Rev K____, so The Observer remains the only “person” with such direkt knowledge of my troubled partnership with TB. And the “c” that krept into “konjecture” was for aesthetics. She just doesn’t “get” the K stuff. She was born in 2000, long after The KLF, or The K Foundation, or 2K. She’s all Weyes Blood and Beyonce.
I let both excuses pass. I find myself warming to her, bonding over shared tasks. She asked me not to tell “The Thin Man”, as she sometimes calls The Benefaktor. I agree, unkonflikted.
I tell Ali about his disappearance from the pamphlet and he seems unphased, muttering something about being Lapidoth to my Deborah.
GANTOB
24 November 2023
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