Saturday, November 12, 2011

Not That You Care

The Keystone XL pipeline project has been delayed by an outpouring of protests from pretty much everyone except the readers of my self-absorbed blog. Congratulations for watching college football while your country falls apart around you. We are rapidly approaching a sink or swim time. I see it everywhere I go that the acceleration of depraved culture and events and reliance on oil and global events is leading to a gigantic collapse of modern civilization. Something will survive but I'm pretty sure X Factor and College Football and "Hog Hunter" television shows and gay pride merchandise will all fail to thread the needle. Oggy might not make it either as his back is broken from one day of work and his ulcer is occupying his esophagus. But that's no big deal. Something will survive.

the exxonmobil article talking about how Obama is missing the point and concentration on short term political gain. JOKE!

Here's my response
"The only thing "short term" is the use of fossil fuels in a flawed and wasteful energy paradigm. Don't spin this like a loss of jobs because the logistics of a smarter infrastructure will require as many hands on deck as the construction of new pipelines. Really, the pipeline is a misappropriation of human and economic resources and the three years of research was basically an irresponsible and unacceptable waste of time and money. Tar Sands is a flawed source of energy and the pipeline is merely one flawed element of a misguided whole. It demonstrates that when a flawed premise is accepted as true then a series of failures and chaos will follow. Will anyone at ExxonMobil admit they were wrong to begin with?"

I Am Gorgeous

It's a long road to phrase this song. I don't much care about the melody because I will sing it differently every time but the chord progression is the only way to make it sound like I put some time into this. Cmaj7-Ami7-Dmi7-G7

I'm inspired to write original songs because I learned lately that places like the Press Room are hounded by ASCAP reps who spy on performances because if someone plays a song written by Tom Waits then the venue must pay royalties...and not necessarily to Tom Waits but to ASCAP who then divides the total net amongst themselves and their artists according to some logarithm of popularity. This doesn't sit well with me because who profits by me singing Tom Waits to an empty bar room? In fact, I was almost thrown out of the Press Room because I didn't even have enough money for a $2 ginger brew so I asked for water and the bartender said, "Why? You need to take your medication?" and I felt like punching Gandhi in the face but I also wanted to play the my sober humility mixed with my shame into a Virgin Cosmopolitan on the rocks.

So, I only want to perform original songs in public now because it is a rude and complicated world in music and I don't fully understand how my $2 ginger brew must be split amongst Lady Gaga and her cunt friends. Really, I don't want to play in public at all because ethically it is too complicated.

Things Are Looking Up

Popovers overcharges for their shitty sourdough bread and egg sandwich that I could make for $1. And the girl asked me my name and I said "Oggy" and she spelled it "Augie". I was disappointed on both counts.

The only reason I was downtown at the ungodly hour of 9 am was because someone had thrown me a life preserver and offered me a chance to tile the bathrooms of the library restaurant. Instead of buying milk and bacon to cook in my van next to the courthouse I splurged and bought a $6 fake egg and cheese sandwich that left me hungry and broke. Then I busted ass all day staging hundreds of 50 lb boxes of tile for the floor and walls...walking up and down stairs and dodging waitresses with fake hospitality voices. The work should last for a few days but will fall short in funding my trip south.
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