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Dr. Faustus, Call Your Accountant
Elon Musk has cultivated a reputation as a quirky guy. His girlfriend apparently shares his desire to be viewed as, well, different than normal people. Claire Elise Boucher changed her name to Grimes but goes by “C.” She and Musk just had a baby who they named X Æ A-12, but they had to change it to X Æ A-Xii because the oppressive white male patriarchy state of California, apparently, does not allow numerals to be used in a name. Like, whatever, dude.
Ms. Boucher/Grimes/C is known as a singer, but she paints as well. Her latest art exhibition is notable for two reasons. First, it is being done completely online. Second, because Ms. Boucher/Grimes/C is selling not only paintings, but also a portion of her soul. She has listed an unspecified percentage of her soul for $10 million, or best offer. So I, naturally, called my accountant. I was curious about the tax implications of such a sale.
Her soul is not a tangible asset, like a car or a house. It’s not exactly capital gains. Is it intellectual property, like a patent or something? How would the buyer depreciate her soul (and his investment) over time? Fascinating stuff.
And people say accounting is boring.
My accountant, however, didn’t seem as fascinated by my questions as I was. Instead, for some reason, he kept asking me if I thought it might be a good idea to cut back on my alcohol intake. What alcohol has to do with the tax implications of soul-selling, I have no idea. His mind does tend to wander about, a bit. I feel bad for him.
But my point, as best as I can recall, is that the story of Elon, C, X Æ A-Xii, C’s soul, and C’s tax accountant would normally strike me as a bit odd. But recently, with everything that’s going on, it struck me as odd that all this did not strike me as particularly odd.
Either these are strange times, or the bourbon is finally starting to work. I’m not sure which it is. I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Like, whatever, dude.
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I don’t think she’s the Mrs.
Oh. Silly assumption on my part.
Take a day and a half off and get married. Libertine narcissist.
A boy named Sue.
That’s the whole point of the Yoko analogy. The original sin of The Beatles was that it was John’s band, but Paul was the better writer, had the better voice, and was “the cute one”. Eventually John realized he could not compete with Paul on such traditional measures, so he decided to out-weird Paul. Enter Yoko.
Like 1967 John Lennon, 2020 Elon Musk is reaching his his peak. He really can’t do more by traditional measures. He’ll probably never break into the top 10 richest list. His serial entrepreneur cred is limited without a new successful venture since Tesla and SpaceX founded nearly two decades ago. Enter Grimes.
Do you mean C?
She entered as Grimes. One way or another , C is just temporary. Hopefully she’ll drop the shtick and long in the future simply exit as Claire Musk.
Maybe she means the speed of light.
She might go with “$“ as a nickname, pronounced ‘cha-ching’ .
There is your problem, doc! You are drinking bourbon instead of Johnny Walker Black!