Help me

Here's a comment I made on my climate sounding board. It's been 102-110 around here in Texas and so hot the lizards are drinking their own blood. Of course this is Texas and it's hot here so everyone will say that it's no proof the climate of the whole planet is getting worse. And there will always be a sunny day somewhere on earth so some asshole on Fox News will cast doubts on the scientific evidence. They are the flat earth society of modern culture, distracting the masses with pantyhose ads and celebrity cellulite gossip...side boob, liposuction of the soul. It's enough to make my heart throb in desperation and sadness. The topic today was mitigation or adaptation. Do we concentrate on recycling aluminum cans (for 20 years I did this and ended up in Texas where nothing is recycled except polluted wastewater for hydrofracturing. haha.) or do we build sea walls (which will do tons of good for wildfires) but might save Miami's porn and luxury yacht industry? This was my response:

Why Risky Business Forecasted The Future

"It was great the way her mind worked. No guilt, no doubts, no fear. None of my specialties. Just the shameless pursuit of immediate gratification. What a capitalist." - Joel Goodsen

I watched Risky Business (1983) last night instead of attending the annual whore bazaar at the local donkey show festival. Call me a prude. I grew up with Risky Business and thought it was a fantasy but the events of the last 30! years have me reconsidering that assessment. See, Joel Goodsen (Borrowing Hawthorne's "Goodman Brown" as a source name) wasn't a fantasy...the high school senior who fucks a hooker, damages his father's car, flunks two midterms, ruins his GPA, fucks up an interview with a Princeton admissions suit, and then eventually has to buy all his property back from a pimp but ultimately gets the hooker (whose heart is closer to a real hooker than most) and his reputation is slightly tarnished with his parents but who overlook everything because he does get admitted to Princeton Business School (on the strength of his hookers blowing the interviewer at the brothel (Joel's house). Fantasy? Pure Titillating Nonsense?  No. IT WAS COMPLETELY TRUE and I'm going to tell you why.

Historic Settings

Here's a photo of me in Cambridge, England, where they denied my request to build a monument to beloved alumni Rachel Weisz.

What, you never saw a duster in Cambridge?

Once Upon A Time

Independence Day 2013

This dog has no idea he's a midget

A year ago I was collapsed in the Corpus Christi visitor's center and the police came by and told me to leave...ON JULY 4TH. I don't know if you can be slapped in the face harder than that by the stark realities of a police state. It was like a telegram from the governor saying, "No Refuge For Yankees". I mean, I couldn't even be welcomed by the visitor's center.

Labrador On My Mind

This footage was taken immediately before and after the ignition system fell apart on my van. Then the exhaust system fell apart. Then the transmission. But I willed that van back south. The wolf remained a mystery. Now I'm dealing with null modem adapters and baud rates. It's enough to make me chew my face off.
Astral Weeks by Van Morrison is the soundtrack of my life.