dijous, de febrer 15, 2007

Kennewhat?


I spoke to my father on the phone today and he told me that for the [family] summer vacation we will be going to Kennebunkport, Maine. Instead of Maui. Hawaii.
At first I was just plain confused, and a little disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing the Pacific this year. But I think Kennebunkport will be great. I will have to get a pair of boat shoes, some seersucker shorts, and several polos, all in bright colors. I really don't know what to make of this choice for a vacay destination (my stepmom visited Maine as a child). I mean, we're doing all right, but we are certainly not rich, and certainly not New Englanders. I will enjoy it nonetheless, and am pretty much just as excited as I was about Maui. We will fly into Boston, where we will stay for a couple days (before or after is TBA), then drive up to Kennebunkport. Such a long name. I looked up the Bush house online, and found which part of the beach it's on, though there appears to be three residences on Walker's Point, so I'll have to do a little more research to find out where to leave the sack of rotting potatoes.
In other news, Roy and I have made some more plans for our euro-trip. We are going to stay in a hostel, as the savings will be tremendous. We plan to make side-trips to Brussels, Rotterdam, Utrecht, and maybe The Hague, if only so Roy can bathe in the glory of Jeroen's throne. Hostels can be quite noisy I hear, so we will have to drink ourselves to oblivion every night in order to get any sleep.
My mom still has nightmares about the movie Hostel, so I wasn't surprised when she asked me today if we would really save that much money.
I watched Night Watch tonight, and am very disappointed that I will have to wait two years for the sequel and even longer for the one succeeding that.
I'm reading Camus's The Plague. It's good.

Demasiado italicization?




A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep. everything is all right.

I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayerlike dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
In dreams youre mine. all of the time were together
In dreams, in dreams.



But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I cant help it, I cant help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.

Its too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams in beautiful dreams.




I thought this was neat, it's a simplified map of the US interstate highway system:




diumenge, de febrer 11, 2007


hahahaha
Ah, socialist naivete



I don't buy all of what this guy says, but it's interesting anyway:

Ten Ways to Prepare for a Post-Oil Society
By James Howard Kunstler, Kunstler.com
http://www.alternet.org/story/47705/

Editor's Note: James Howard Kunstler is a leading writer on the topic of peak oil the problems it poses for American suburbia. Deeply concerned about the future of our petroleum dependent society, Kunstler believes we must take radical steps to avoid the total meltdown of modern society in the face looming oil and gas shortages. For background on this topic, read Kunstler's essay, "Pricey Gas, That's Reality."

Out in the public arena, people frequently twang on me for being "Mister Gloom'n'doom," or for "not offering any solutions" to our looming energy crisis. So, for those of you who are tired of wringing your hands, who would like to do something useful, or focus your attention in a purposeful way, here are my suggestions:

1. Expand your view beyond the question of how we will run all the cars by means other than gasoline. This obsession with keeping the cars running at all costs could really prove fatal. It is especially unhelpful that so many self-proclaimed "greens" and political "progressives" are hung up on this monomaniacal theme. Get this: the cars are not part of the solution (whether they run on fossil fuels, vodka, used frymax™ oil, or cow shit). They are at the heart of the problem. And trying to salvage the entire Happy Motoring system by shifting it from gasoline to other fuels will only make things much worse. The bottom line of this is: start thinking beyond the car. We have to make other arrangements for virtually all the common activities of daily life.

2. We have to produce food differently. The Monsanto/Cargill model of industrial agribusiness is heading toward its Waterloo. As oil and gas deplete, we will be left with sterile soils and farming organized at an unworkable scale. Many lives will depend on our ability to fix this. Farming will soon return much closer to the center of American economic life. It will necessarily have to be done more locally, at a smaller-and-finer scale, and will require more human labor. The value-added activities associated with farming -- e.g. making products like cheese, wine, oils -- will also have to be done much more locally. This situation presents excellent business and vocational opportunities for America's young people (if they can unplug their Ipods long enough to pay attention.) It also presents huge problems in land-use reform. Not to mention the fact that the knowledge and skill for doing these things has to be painstakingly retrieved from the dumpster of history. Get busy.

3. We have to inhabit the terrain differently. Virtually every place in our nation organized for car dependency is going to fail to some degree. Quite a few places (Phoenix, Las Vegas, Miami ...) will support only a fraction of their current populations. We'll have to return to traditional human ecologies at a smaller scale: villages, towns, and cities (along with a productive rural landscape). Our small towns are waiting to be reinhabited. Our cities will have to contract. The cities that are composed proportionately more of suburban fabric (e.g. Atlanta, Houston) will pose especially tough problems. Most of that stuff will not be fixed. The loss of monetary value in suburban property will have far-reaching ramifications. The stuff we build in the decades ahead will have to be made of regional materials found in nature -- as opposed to modular, snap-together, manufactured components -- at a more modest scale. This whole process will entail enormous demographic shifts and is liable to be turbulent. Like farming, it will require the retrieval of skill-sets and methodologies that have been forsaken. The graduate schools of architecture are still tragically preoccupied with teaching Narcissism. The faculties will have to be overthrown. Our attitudes about land-use will have to change dramatically. The building codes and zoning laws will eventually be abandoned and will have to be replaced with vernacular wisdom. Get busy.

4. We have to move things and people differently. This is the sunset of Happy Motoring (including the entire US trucking system). Get used to it. Don't waste your society's remaining resources trying to prop up car-and-truck dependency. Moving things and people by water and rail is vastly more energy-efficient. Need something to do? Get involved in restoring public transit. Let's start with railroads, and let's make sure we electrify them so they will run on things other than fossil fuel or, if we have to run them partly on coal-fired power plants, at least scrub the emissions and sequester the CO2 at as few source-points as possible. We also have to prepare our society for moving people and things much more by water. This implies the rebuilding of infrastructure for our harbors, and also for our inland river and canal systems -- including the towns associated with them. The great harbor towns, like Baltimore, Boston, and New York, can no longer devote their waterfronts to condo sites and bikeways. We actually have to put the piers and warehouses back in place (not to mention the sleazy accommodations for sailors). Right now, programs are underway to restore maritime shipping based on wind -- yes, sailing ships. It's for real. Lots to do here. Put down your Ipod and get busy.

5. We have to transform retail trade. The national chains that have used the high tide of fossil fuels to contrive predatory economies-of-scale (and kill local economies) -- they are going down. WalMart and the other outfits will not survive the coming era of expensive, scarcer oil. They will not be able to run the "warehouses-on-wheels" of 18-wheel tractor-trailers incessantly circulating along the interstate highways. Their 12,000-mile supply lines to the Asian slave-factories are also endangered as the US and China contest for Middle East and African oil. The local networks of commercial interdependency which these chain stores systematically destroyed (with the public's acquiescence) will have to be rebuilt brick-by-brick and inventory-by-inventory. This will require rich, fine-grained, multi-layered networks of people who make, distribute, and sell stuff (including the much-maligned "middlemen"). Don't be fooled into thinking that the Internet will replace local retail economies. Internet shopping is totally dependent now on cheap delivery, and delivery will no longer be cheap. It also is predicated on electric power systems that are completely reliable. That is something we are unlikely to enjoy in the years ahead. Do you have a penchant for retail trade and don't want to work for a big predatory corporation? There's lots to do here in the realm of small, local business. Quit carping and get busy.

6. We will have to make things again in America. However, we are going to make less stuff. We will have fewer things to buy, fewer choices of things. The curtain is coming down on the endless blue-light-special shopping frenzy that has occupied the forefront of daily life in America for decades. But we will still need household goods and things to wear. As a practical matter, we are not going to re-live the 20th century. The factories from America's heyday of manufacturing (1900 - 1970) were all designed for massive inputs of fossil fuel, and many of them have already been demolished. We're going to have to make things on a smaller scale by other means. Perhaps we will have to use more water power. The truth is, we don't know yet how we're going to make anything. This is something that the younger generations can put their minds and muscles into.

7. The age of canned entertainment is coming to and end. It was fun for a while. We liked "Citizen Kane" and the Beatles. But we're going to have to make our own music and our own drama down the road. We're going to need playhouses and live performance halls. We're going to need violin and banjo players and playwrights and scenery-makers, and singers. We'll need theater managers and stage-hands. The Internet is not going to save canned entertainment. The Internet will not work so well if the electricity is on the fritz half the time (or more).

8. We'll have to reorganize the education system. The centralized secondary school systems based on the yellow school bus fleets will not survive the coming decades. The huge investments we have made in these facilities will impede the transition out of them, but they will fail anyway. Since we will be a less-affluent society, we probably won't be able to replace these centralized facilities with smaller and more equitably distributed schools, at least not right away. Personally, I believe that the next incarnation of education will grow out of the home schooling movement, as home schooling efforts aggregate locally into units of more than one family. God knows what happens beyond secondary ed. The big universities, both public and private, may not be salvageable. And the activity of higher ed itself may engender huge resentment by those foreclosed from it. But anyone who learns to do long division and write a coherent paragraph will be at a great advantage -- and, in any case, will probably out-perform today's average college graduate. One thing for sure: teaching children is not liable to become an obsolete line-of-work, as compared to public relations and sports marketing. Lots to do here, and lots to think about. Get busy, future teachers of America.

9. We have to reorganize the medical system. The current skein of intertwined rackets based on endless Ponzi buck passing scams will not survive the discontinuities to come. We will probably have to return to a model of service much closer to what used to be called "doctoring." Medical training may also have to change as the big universities run into trouble functioning. Doctors of the 21st century will certainly drive fewer German cars, and there will be fewer opportunities in the cosmetic surgery field. Let's hope that we don't slide so far back that we forget the germ theory of disease, or the need to wash our hands, or the fundamentals of pharmaceutical science. Lots to do here for the unsqueamish.

10. Life in the USA will have to become much more local, and virtually all the activities of everyday life will have to be re-scaled. You can state categorically that any enterprise now supersized is likely to fail -- everything from the federal government to big corporations to huge institutions. If you can find a way to do something practical and useful on a smaller scale than it is currently being done, you are likely to have food in your cupboard and people who esteem you. An entire social infrastructure of voluntary associations, co-opted by the narcotic of television, needs to be reconstructed. Local institutions for care of the helpless will have to be organized. Local politics will be much more meaningful as state governments and federal agencies slide into complete impotence. Lots of jobs here for local heroes.

So, that's the task list for now. Forgive me if I left things out. Quit wishing and start doing. The best way to feel hopeful about the future is to get off your ass and demonstrate to yourself that you are a capable, competent individual resolutely able to face new circumstances.
At least they'll be close to Dallas
Like a Maquiladora, but a prison





Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters Ive written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what Im going thru
They can understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,

And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters Ive written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.




I was listening to this song w/ my mom in the car and I told her how The Moody Blues were one of the few groups that Charles Manson allowed his "family" to listen to.
Poor Roman Polanski.

dijous, de febrer 08, 2007

Haha:


Oh my god, somebody give me a gun
FREAKIN' SWEET


I found out the other day (much to my dismay, naturally) that Inland Empire was actually released LAST YEAR, and I found out (after an exhaustive search on google) that it is only playing in NYC, Chicago, San Francisco, and Seattle. It was playing at ONE theater here in Austin last week, but no more; I called today and the guy had no idea if/when it would be playing again. Doesn't David Lynch know that he has a fanatical cult following and that we want to see the fucking movie NOW?!
I guess I will have to wait until the fucking SUMMER for it to come out on DVD. I'm really upset about this.
In other news, I really want to see Children of Men.
My brother told me that he is going to buy a motorcycle this weekend, and it just so happens I will be there to celebrate the purchase; he has been wanting one for a long time.
The link is to the specific model he is getting; I'm not just trying to illustrate what a motorcycle is.

dilluns, de febrer 05, 2007


I don't think this carpet-bagger will win. I hope she doesn't, anyway; I doubt she has what it takes. Though I must say that it would be hilarious to see Bill Clinton back in the White House, president or not.
I think Joe Biden (D-Delaware) is a good possibility, but it's too early to tell.
I do NOT have this Obama fever, or whatever the hell it's being called. Let him finish at least ONE term in the senate, then MAYBE we'll talk. Your hope is Audacious, Sir.


Neato shot of NYC:

divendres, de febrer 02, 2007

In Boston last week, there was a big scare because some retards thought that some glowing neon signs placed randomly throughout the city (an Aqua Teen Hunger Force ad campaign) were bombs. So some people were arrested, and this is them at a press conference after being released from jail:

people are so fucking stupid.


dilluns, de gener 29, 2007

I am now gainfully employed; I am a telefundraiser for the University of Texas. I'm not really too sure what to expect, I'm just glad that I will have more money coming in. I haven't had a job since I was in high school.
I bought three DVDs over the weekend: Videodrome, Blue Velvet, and Donnie Darko. The first two are fucking insane, the former more so than the latter, and Donnie Darko is good. I just realized that I was cheap in the store and bought the regular version of Donnie Darko as opposed to the director's cut, but oh well. Hopefully the difference isn't sufficient to cause too much despair.
Videodrome in particular is a movie that I will never forget, you should see it. Fuck that, just buy it. There is a short film included that was created for, i think, the re-release of the DVD in the criterion collection that is very good. It's called Camera and stars Les Carlson.
Cronenberg is amazing, though i have only seen a little bit of his oeuvre. It takes quite a director to make Naked Lunch, the so-called "unfilmable book," into a movie.
Anyway, I'm slowly getting used to my schedule, and life is bearable.









Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin to the top
The sheik he drove his cadillac
He went a cruisnin down the ville
The muezzin was a standing
On the radiator grille

The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah

By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy casbah sound
But the bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail

The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah

Now over at the temple
Oh! they really pack em in
The in crowd say its cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy casbah jive

The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the casbah way

As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare

As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed

The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah

He thinks its not kosher
Fundamentally he cant take it.
You know he really hates it.








dijous, de gener 25, 2007

some people, y'know?
Es poo
its time to ratchet up the yuan's value, boys


There was an owl hooting behind my apartment a little while ago. It's gone now and I am sad.
I really want to see 'Inland Empire', the new David Lynch film. Also 'The Last King of Scotland', so I can see Forest Whitaker eat some human flesh. I dunno if that even happens in the movie, but it should.
I had dinner tonight w/ my step mom and her cardiologist friend, both of whom are in town for a conference. It's cool to overhear medical people talk shop.


Here's a funny take on 'Blue Velvet', another David Lynch film:

"Heinecken?! Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!"

and a spoof on 'Brokeback Mountain':


haha, and 'The Fast and the Furious':


I put one of these up along time ago for 'The Shining'

dijous, de gener 18, 2007

"They're giant, marauding, godless killing machines."
Stephen Colbert on bears


omg that man is hilarious, and he performed BRILLIANTLY on the O'Reilly Factor.

parlez-vous ugly?

The subject line is a private joke between Roy and I that is supposed to mean the same thing as "do you speak french?" We like to pretend that we have a vehement distaste for all things french. Notice that I did not capitalize french.
Tonight, as many of you know, Stephen Colbert and Bill O'Reilly will appear on each other's shows. Should be interesting. Hopefully Bill O'Reilly will be a good sport and not make too much fuss about how Colbert's character on the show is just a parody of O'Reilly.
I had my first class of the semester today, Environmental Ethics. It should be very interesting. One very cool thing is that the prof. told us how he thought it was unethical to require students to purchase his book, so we will be provided w/ complimentary xeroxed copies. Some people actually applauded this.
The ice is melting very slowly outside.





How can I be sure when your intrusion's my illusion?
How can I be sure when all the time you change my mind?
I ask for more and more, how can I be sure?

When you don't give me love, you give me pale shelter
You don't give me love, you give me cold hands
And I can't operate on this failure
When all I wanna be is completely in command

How can I be sure for all you say you keep me waiting?
How can I be sure when all you do is see me through?
I ask for more and more, how can I be sure

When you don't give me love, you give me pale shelter
You don't give me love, you give me cold hands
And I can't operate on this failure
When all I wanna be is completely in command

I've been here before, there is not why, no need to try
I thought you had it all, I'm calling you, I'm calling you
I ask for more and more (ask for more and more)
How can I be sure (how can I be)

When you don't give me love, you give me pale shelter
You don't give me love, you give me cold hands
And I can't operate on this failure
When all I wanna be is completely in command
(Completely in command)

You don't give me love, you don't give me love
You don't give me love, you don't give me love
You don't give me love, you don't give me love


And heres some random shit that I've been holding onto for a while:




dimecres, de gener 17, 2007

SONSABITCHES!

Everything is covered in ice outside, and the first two days of classes have been canceled. I tripped on an icy step last night and hurt my knee.
Also, I made a couple of deposits at the bank yesterday and the money disappeared overnight, but the people at the bank tell me that everything's gonna be alright.

diumenge, de gener 14, 2007



my dad brought me a Façonnable (their suits are $1,400) t-shirt back from Paris. He has to go back in April, and said he would like to fly me out for a weekend. I would only get two days there, but hell, it would still be awesome. It also appears that Roy and I will definitely be going to Amsterdam this summer.
yay. I need to renew my passport.
I go back to Austin Tommorrow.


...


Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

dimecres, de gener 10, 2007

dumb paratrooper son of a bitch will kill the already enfeebled economy
I just got this in an email

Bono, the lead singer of the band U2 is famous throughout the
> entertainment industry for being more than just a little eccentric.
>
>
> He is playing a U2 concert in Glasgow, Scotland when he asks the
> audience for total quiet.
>
> Then in the silence, he starts to slowly clap his hands, once every few
> seconds.
>
> Holding the audience in total silence, he says into the microphone,
> "Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies."
>
> A voice with a broad Scottish accent, from near the front of the crowd,
> pierces the silence...
>
>
> ........ "Well, fuckin stop doin it then!"
no comment
it was nice for the gov't to throw united a bone like that

dimarts, de gener 09, 2007

Travel Album

IAH
i'm everywhere
Bamalanding in Houston



All of these pics I took
some were modified digitally
...duh

divendres, de gener 05, 2007

I miss Texas; I love it so much I could cry.
Tomorrow we're all driving down to Huntsville, AL to visit the NASA center there. Should be fun, they have a centrifuge in which you can experience 3 Gs.
My nephew Jackson (i have two) has got to be one of the most adorable three year olds ever, and he's very smart! I'm really enjoying my time here. Yesterday my BIL and I, along w/ some kids from his church (he is a youth pastor), shot his new Colt AR-15. It's a .223 and shoots like a dream.
I also met Michael W. Smith (i hadn't heard of him either), he's the lead pastor of the church and apparently he is a pretty famous/successful Christian musician.
My sister and BIL actually live in Franklin, TN, which is a small city about 20 mins. south of Nashville, and its supposed to be one of the wealthiest small cities in America, and one of the top ten destinations in the south.
I only hope I can get out of here without being cornered by my sister and asked about the state of my spirituality.
I found out recently that San Antonio has overtaken Dallas as Texas' #2 city. Hurrah.
In Toronto I saw Volver, which is Pedro Almodóvar's latest film. It was really good. Really.


Ric Ocasek performs "moving in stereo"

dilluns, de gener 01, 2007

Happy new year from Canadia!


My time in Toronto is almost up. I fly to Nashville on wednesday.
We did the whole new years thing at the farm (my stepmom's dad's country house).
Roy and I got pretty tore up. After an afternoon/evening of beer and whiskey, we eventually killed 2 1/2 bottles of champagne, though i have no recollection of the third bottle being opened, or of Roy testing my knife's sharpness on his hand.
Anyway, there was something of a minor scandal the next day over the utter waste we had layed to the beer fridge. Roy and I were the only people who got drunk.
The drinking age here is 19, so needless to say there was one thing (among some others) on our minds when we came up.
This is Roy's first time to Toronto, so it has been fun to show him around the city that I now know quite well.
It will be a bit of a change after a week of drunken debauchery to go to Tennessee and visit my hard-core christian sister and BIL. They don't drink, and even if they did on occasion, i doubt they would be cool with me drinking too.
But it's been fun, and i've had some opportunity to get to know one of my Christmas presents, a white PSP. I insisted on the white one, and thankfully my mom came through for me. She always does.
I bought a Swatch today in Eaton Centre after we visited the CN tower.
Tommorrow I think we will explore Yorkville and possibly North York.



Detail of an Anish Kapoor sculpture, downtown Toronto

The Farm


The Ontario College of Art and Design



Urban Camping downtown

A wall installation in Toronto City Hall

Model of the city in city hall

Santiago Calatrava's fantastic atrium in BCE Place






And on another note:
I recently determined that Architecture is not for me; I won't go into details because I don't feel like it, and also because (like many things for me) it'd difficult for me to put into words my rationale. It is just something that I know intuitively.
The main draw for me to architecture was the influence I could have on the built environment. Anywhere you go that isn't out in the woods has a certain character that is created in large part by the buildings there, and I wanted to do what I could to make the world, or at least a small part of it, a better looking place. Well it is for the same exact reason that I have chosen real estate development. I can still influence the built environment. Not to mention the fact that I could become disgustingly wealthy in the process. But let me be clear: money is not my goal, my goal is to make a difference, but a boy can dream can't he?
Anyway, when I go back to school I will look into transferring to the business school.
I need to shave.