Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Day In The Life

Two accused about to have their day in court. Their shuffle with the ankle cuffs spoke of shame unredeemed. Tinted because I took the picture through my custom spy window. I quickly moved my van because I don't feel comfortable sleeping next to the court building.

This Bull Mastiff just ate my moped. I went to Kittery to look for work at a lobster pound and was told to come back in a month. I ended up buying some designer clothes at a thrift store, helped move furniture into a building, bought an apple and a tangerine, learned about the unglamorous pawn trade in Kittery ("I just need money for gas. I'm having the worst week of my life. sniff. I've got a two year old at home and...$30 for my engagement ring? Ok.")

Pictured is an AJs prosciuto slice with white sauce. This was damn good but I followed it up with a slice from Savario's on State Street and I have to admit that Frank Catalino knows how to sling a slice for $1.25. His daughter graduated from PHS and is one of the rare talents that is making it work in the real world. "I taught my kids to do whatever brings them joy. There are more important things than money," said Frank, who is spending his retirement happily making pizza.

More advice from the Memorial Bridge. For once, I did as I was told.

What you see here is the remains of a gluten free peanutbutter and chocolate chip cookie from Ceres St. Bakery. Now, I'm not alergic to gluten. I don't even know what gluten is. But I do know that every time I get a gluten free something I usually love it. This delicacy is no exception. It's not doughy, but it is chewy and sweet but doesn't fill up my decaying teeth like normal cookies like the gross expired Lorns Doones I bought the other night from Richardson's. I think I personally shelved those cookies in 1989 when I worked there the summer before going to Alaska. Ceres St. Bakery won't dissapoint.


Naval Shipyard hard at work without me.

On the way to the library a car broke down in front of me. I ran out to direct traffic as a woman in nurse scrubs pushed. Then we pushed it into the fire depatment parking lot.
"Run out of gas?" I asked.
"Belt," she said simply.

I have all the tools in the world to fix this, even if a pulley seized, but the two women were not interested in being damsels in distress so I left as it started to rain on my designer clothes.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I Need To Move To Mars

Some comments about the Occupy Movement that have me thinking it didn't stand a chance.



OWS: Thunderdome
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3 hours ago
I read they netted them like in the Planet of the Apes.
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4 hours ago
Keep drumming away OWS. Wall Streeters listen to shareholders, politicians listen to voters. NO ONE listens to raping percussionists!

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4 hours ago
Sore losers!  They master in "cool" topics such as poetry then wonder why jobs aren't landing at their feet in this down economy. This is a land of opportunity, not guarantees.

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4 hours ago
The park looks real fine when clear of the rabble.  It would be much better if the OWS crowd would occupy a cattle prod. 
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4 hours ago
Good for the mayor! Time to take out the trash!!
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6 hours ago
Looks so much better with all the scum evicted.
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3 hours ago
5pm "Judge rules that OWS protestors can't return to Zuccotti Park with tents"

Where's Joan Baez now?!?!

I'm going to write a song with these as lyrics. Especially the "Raping Percussionists." I'll call it "Joan Baez, the raping percussionist."

I think it's admirable that a leaderless movement would be their goal but we're about 4000 years away from that on the evolutionary timeline. Today, celebrity is king and only a bearded person with some charisma or a guy in a homespun toga and walking stick will make an impact. I mean, if you shaved Fidel Castro then you might have casinos in Havana right now. That's how precarious the leadership game is. If George Washington had been called Augustine Washbucket II then we might never have a revolution. We need leadership because consensus is too evolved. Media and media junkies do not process group-think very well. Only a spokesperson will advance a cause as serious as social reform. No chance we're ready for an egalitarian consensus based economy. Ha! I wish I had my santa cruz book written as it touches on all these topics.

Occupation Of Our Minds

Health and safety concerns are being cited as reasons to shut down the protest camps in Oakland and Portland and New York. So the police march in and start bashing the freezing hipsters and they cry "Police Brutality" which I guess is a lesser evil than the drug use going on at the camps...and the mortgage broker mentality that artificially jacks up prices on land for easier plundering. It's all too complicated to analyze in one essay because it's an illustration that we reap what we sow. What have we sown? Insulated and ignorant families breed slaves to feed military machines.

I try to connect the dots and I'm pretty sure the primitive tribal culture of 7000 B.C. was too egalitarian for some elite egoists so they thought about it and manufactured a need for their skills at people management. It takes a lot of work to construct a population of slaves so you don't need to work. It's like the old joke about a teenager who works hard to avoid work. I'm not sure the comparison is way off because financial advisers have no function in a primitive culture/tribe. They have to sell themselves as functional in the modern world and have done a great job so far. I think you can major in finance at school. Like that's something tangible. Yes, it's important in the realm of the modern world where Hannah Montana gives advice on abortions, but it's not tangible. In fact, it only exists in a pharaoh/slave economic paradigm.

Speaking of paradigms, the ownership of land in North America is only 500-600 years old. It was a concept that was imported by the Europeans and brilliantly forced onto the native populations like Catholicism was forced onto the Peruvians. Colonizers of Northeastern America were religious freaks who didn't feel a need to inflict their religious beliefs onto the natives, (I don't know of any missions in New England while California is full of them) but they did enforce the rule of land ownership, which proved to be just as devastating to the Indians. See, I'm trying to trace back the modern problems and I'm telling you it goes back a long, long way beyond Reaganomics. As soon as I hear someone try to blame modern politicians for modern problems I tune them out as infants who need to take a philosophy class. Speaking of philosophy, they say "History Repeats Itself" and "The more things change, the more they stay the same." And they also say, "Those who ignore history are bound to repeat it." My conclusion is that history repeats itself no matter what. The seeds of modern strife were planted centuries ago...and maybe are inherent in Human Nature. Democratic or Republican leanings are irrelevant.

Then there are the benefits of modern civilization. Electricity, water treatment...medical triumphs...etc. I can't forget those because I try to put them all on an ethical balance scale to see if the fading humanity I see is worth the obsolete technological garbage we can buy. And It doesn't balance out. Sorry. The economy is a manufactured "which hand am I holding the marble" game that is rigged in favor of whoever is holding the marble. It is not related to the basic human needs of shelter and food but billions of dollars are spent to erroneously tie the two together in the minds of the public. It exploits the sheep/shepherd paradigm I see dominating the cultural battlefield. One company sells us the disease and their subsidiary company sells us the cure. Here's a motto I'd like to paint on the town sign: "PORTSMOUTH: 40 HOUSES, 40 LAWNMOWERS." It sums up the success of a corporate marble game to mystify the masses into acting against their best interests. Did that start with Nixon or Bush? No, it didn't. When will it end?

Which brings me back to the city councils' decisions to end the occupy protest gatherings by claiming they are doing it to save the protestors from their own dirty habits. [begin sarcastic tone] Well, god bless their bottomless hearts. I'm so glad they have everyone's best interests in mind. What would we do without them? [end sarcastic tone]

I'm pretty sure a cultural genocide and ecological holocaust are in progress right now and even though they are taking place in broad daylight and reports are available every day the media washout is so complete that reality visibility is down to 20 feet. That's perfect for the status quo because if you question it then you can effectively be called a crackpot and everyone who loves college football will go on blindly raping small children in the shower.  I'd say that whole Penn State scandal is a perfect metaphor for modern life: Heinous crimes are going on literally under the noses of 107,000 fans cheering for the next first down. We're all guilty of ignoring awful things because the chip bowl is empty and my point is that our ignorance and disempowerment is built into our culture and until that changes then nothing will change and if the Mayor of Portland thinks she is doing anyone any favors by evicting hipsters WHO ARE TRYING TO START THEIR OWN UNPOLLUTED CULTURE, then she's delusional. Or she's playing her part of the establishment rube to perfection. My feeling is that the occupy movement is not dead until there is a spoof/parody about it in The Onion. Arthur Miller said "“An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted”. I very much want to hasten the exhaustion of these illusions.

(non-sequitor comments too good to delete and too random to work into the thread of the essay)
I've said before that if modernization requires the elimination of primitive cultures then A) you aren't very modern. B) You're doomed.
If the existence and commoditization of an abomination like Los Angeles can be ignored then I guess anything is possible.
If you can't hide the elephant in the room then at least you can dress it in a bikini and call it a super model.

Well, my spa treatment/pedicure is in half an hour and I'll be getting my daily cookie fix at Ceres Street Bakery where for a mere $2.50 I can eat an oatmeal cookie the size of a quarter. Then I'll go to popovers for my $6 slice of toast and then to Philbrick's for my $9 Caesar salad. Who doesn't love Portsmouth?!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Gabriel

Here's Oggy pondering his futile life, the only thing that keeps him sane is the guitar and clipper home performances. They worked me like a Greek Prostitute with no breaks for 6 hours and then cut a check that won't pay to replace the clothes he wrecked at the job. There was some drama that led to my early dismissal that I don't want to get into right now because it only reminds of how incompatible I am with humanity...not in that Vincent, "This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you" type way but more in that "Lock him up and throw away the key" type way. Let's just say that if there's a way to fuck it all up then I will find that way accidentally and everyone will shake their heads, Like trying to hide the used engine oil on the merchant marine ship instead of throwing it overboard. And really, the old bathrooms were completely fine and this was a huge waste of resources to replace totally functioning accessories and floors. Like we are some kind of Egyptian princes and princesses who have to be pampered as we shit? even if I took any pictures of the joint I wouldn't post them here. Go piss in their toilets if you want to look. Library Restaurant on State Street. downstairs bathroom. Feel like a Big Fucking Deal as you wipe your ass after your $25 hamburger.

Gabriel is a disk jockey at KDHX in St. Louis. Independent music plays here. He's got the best and most authentic rap I've ever heard from a DJ. He's not a man who will try to sell you something you don't need like a $10K tile bathroom. Bunch of bullshit. "Ain't one thing right in this world," says Gabriel during his shows. It makes me want to punch these fuckwad hosts who get paid to play Bohemian Rhapsody and sponsor tequila and play pranks. fuck them all for being cheap and disposable, like me.

States of Decay



The dreaded Foxconn

This iPod had to be resurrected because it has all my Lionel Richie songs

I want to emphasize how everything is in a state of decay. Not only 1969 vans and iPod classics, But 2003 Grand Marquis sedans. They are all in a state of decay and they are all equally in states of decay. But some have newer parts that are not as far along the road to terminal decay. But to argue a newer car is an improvement over an old car is to deny that they are all victims of physics equally. So, then the only question is how easily can components be returned to the top of the state of decay ladder?


This metal hacksaw has never been used on my van. I had to use it within a few minutes on the sway bar link bolt that protrudes from the kingpin assembly. Why? Because home mechanics shouldn't do this work in the park and ride parkinglot. Also, my cheap chinese tool set didn't come with the critical tool for this job: A 7mm wrench to hold the edges of the bolt end so you can use your 15mm wrench to loosen the rusted lock nut. There is no room to fit a socket because of the rotor...blah blah blah.

I was worried the new sway bar link was too heavy duty, but it works. Unfortunately, that was the least of my problems.
Here are the ever-difficult-to-work with caliper brakes. I had been told the rear brakes needed to be changed (along with the sway bar link to pass inspection) but this was untrue. But I bought rear brake pads. FUCK! So, stubbornly I decided to change the pads anyway and there is an odd bit of feathering on the pads, but I wasn't prepared with a giant C-Clamp so this proved impossible as the piston must be pushed back in the cylinder to make room for the new pads. I swore savagely. Why had I trusted someone to tell me what the car needed? And how often do the rear brake pads wear out? Infrequently, as the front pads do most of the braking. The front brakes were completely ruined and I only saw this when I took the tire off to change the sway bar link. This was a problem that didn't get resolved as the darkness forced me to use a headlamp and then the battery of the car died. I pounded on the steering wheel like Dirk Diggler in Boogie Nights, turning the key as a click click echoed off the trees. Futile. MOTHERFUCKER! The car had been left to die for 14 months and driven infrequently for a year prior to that. The alternator pulley was seized and nearly burned the serpentine belt out, which would've been another $160, and the tires have flat spots and there is no gas, and my ulcer won't fit in the trunk.

Chili Dog A La Oggy (AKA) Ulcer Fuel



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