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Entries from February 2007

Los Angeles’ River of Shits and Pisses

February 9, 2007 · 6 Comments

The Beautiful Porcuincula River (AKA LA River) in Glendale.

A darling little flow of water cutting a swath of urban ugliness from the middle of the Valley down to Long Beach; a cemented and fenced off drain for all our piss and shit and motor oil and plastic bags and murder weapons, but in some places brave and equally psychotic ducks swim around in that filth.

London has the Thames, Paris has the Seine.

We get this.

But for some reason I love it.

No bank, no romantic bridges, no row boats, not even a current.

Just grafitti, some trash, and perhaps a gang of deranged ducks.

But to me, it means home.

The Mighty Porcuincula. The soul of Los Angeles.

Categories: Los Angeles · Photography

Starbucks and Buddha

February 9, 2007 · Leave a Comment

A strange notion popped into my brain on my drive back from Vegas, rather an image…

An epiphany of sorts.

I thought of the Buddha and Starbucks and it all made sense.


Our collective suffering;
that of the sentient beings now populating this heavy planet…
the lost souls of this modern hyper-reality
megaplex
megamall
megachurch
America;
our suffering is a crippling mental disorder
resulting in wayward values,
lost spirituality,
a disconnect from nature

thus creating a culture of flotsam, waste,
and callousness;
and it’s all due to,
caused by,
information overload.

The ease and mindless simplicity of its delivery, the utter banality of popular culture, the constant squawk of media, the ever present shine of the lights and the speakers, even the goddamn water cooler spreads this mental disorder like wildfire.

It’s highly contagious and terrifyingly unstoppable.

Noise.
Amplified cacophony.
Information…
Words…
Ideas…
God…
Entertainment…
Booze…
Sex…
Go to sleep, my sheep, go to sleep.

There are a million books in the universe now, a billion that were never published. A trillion poems. Yet still more tragedy, more foolishness, more fodder for the novelists occurs daily. It seems like we’re doomed to recreate our father’s mistakes as he recreated his father’s.

We’ve mapped the human genome yet we need an electronic map in our cars with a automated voice inside giving us directions.

It used to take weeks to cross from California to Colorado, next week I’ll fly there in two and a half hours.

Shit! In the 70’s Cabo San Lucas was a sleepy fishing village.

There is an argument that there is too much shit in the universe, and you can throw this website in that description just to be fair, that perpetual creation of junk is a manic disorder, something close to insanity; it’s an argument that is starting to make more and more sense to me.

Picture a man in a locked, padded room making figurines out of wire hangers and giving them names and money and good looks and bad luck and drinking habits.

I’m becoming a minimalist.

A nothingist.

A product of the digital age.

I could know everything but it wouldn’t help me, nor does knowing nothing.

It’s not that we’re too smart for our own good. It’s that we’re too stupid for all the information that floods us daily, or rather ill-equipped for it, under-evolved.

In otherwords we’ve got outdated hardware.

We can’t process the modern world correctly,
we’re still running religion 1.0.

We don’t distinguish between Plato’s allegories and an issue of People Magazine.

Our brains have become giant filing receptacles without the benefit of a proper Dewey Decimal system.

Think of this. It took Buddhist monks years meditating on the universality of suffering to get at the basic truths, the wisdom of nothingness and interconnectedness, and one could only learn these by studying at their feet in remote jungle temples for years; now you can get them off the side of a Starbucks coffee cup.

No wonder I see them discarded, lying in the street, thrown carelessly out the window of a Lincoln Navigator, both the cup and the philosophy.

Finger pointing at the moon.

We have the infinite possibilities of cyberspace and 90% of it is porn.

The world’s richest country and all we can come up with is war.

24 hour news gives us the manic feeling of approaching apolcalypse at 3 in the morning, when the stars are shinning bright, and the roads are quiet, and the wind is stirring the trees so peacefully it sounds like tiny bells.

How does a culture express its values, when it has none?

How does it find enlightenment when the acqusition of waste is its prime motivating factor?

When capatilism has run amock?

How do you make sense of time and the universe and the reason for being when you’re watching Bad Girls Club TiVo’d from three days ago?

I guess you don’t.

Categories: Culture · Religion

What Terrifies America in 2007

February 1, 2007 · 1 Comment

The terrorists in action…

Absurdity taken to new heights.  Bravo Boston.

Categories: Culture · Random

Boston Sucks! Boston Sucks!

February 1, 2007 · 1 Comment

Oh my god! It’s a blinking alien flipping the bird.

Run for the hills!

It’s Al Queda!

It’s the Libyans paying us back for stealing their plutonium!

It’s the end of the world!

Have we all gone mad?

Or maybe I should direct this only to Boston.

Have you lost your minds?

From the AP

BOSTON – In nine cities across the country, blinking electronic signs displaying a profane, boxy-looking cartoon character caused barely a stir.

But in Boston, the signs — some with protruding wires — sent a wave of panic across the city, bringing out bomb squads and prompting officials to shut down highways, bridges and part of the Charles River.

Was it just a random unlucky day for Boston authorities as they claim?

Davis said that as calls were coming in about the electronic signs in rapid succession Wednesday afternoon, police also received reports of two devices that resembled pipe bombs and had a confirmed report of a man walking down the hallways of New England Medical Center making a rambling speech about “God getting us today” and “This would be a sorry day.”

Fuck that! Excuses. Everyday there are madmen walking around every major American city spouting nonsense like that. Like a terrorist would walk around a hospital warning people. And any way, aren’t terrorists supposed to be fans of Allah, not God?

The other reason I call bullshit on this excuse, at least the final one about the man with the rambling speech, is because shortly after 9-11, I’m talking within a few months, I was living in Boston and there was a similarly crazed individual at a subway stop who kept muttering about blood and death and how everyone on the train deserved what was coming to them, blah, blah, blah.

I didn’t think the man was a terrorist, I just thought he was a nut, but I didn’t want it hanging on my conscious should something happen that day or soon after so I called it in.

The police dispatch couldn’t have given two shits about my report. She assured me he was probably just a lunatic, told me not to worry, and didn’t even take down my telephone number.

Now, over 5 years later, they’re trying to blame the ravings of a madman for their gross overreaction. And when 10 other cities didn’t freak out.

In the Seattle area, authorities thought the devices were “obviously not suspicious.”

“In this day and age, whenever anything remotely suspicious shows up, people get concerned — and that’s good,” King County sheriff’s Sgt. John Urquhart said. “However, people don’t need to be concerned about this. These are cartoon characters giving the finger.”

Right!

It’s sorta common sense. Just look at the thing.

Think!

Being vigilant is not the same as being stupid.

Would terrorist put the bombs in plain view with a dinky Lite Bright type display to attract attention?

Um, no!

Look, I’m willing to let Boston slide on this, we all make mistakes and they were just doing their jobs, but they still claim they didn’t overreact.

Huh?

They arrested the guys who put them up. They might cost these cats some serious money, possibly jail time too, because no one in a position of power took a look at this silly thing and said “hold up, guys, chill!”

I don’t expect the Chief of Police to be an Aqua Teen Hunger Force fan, but I do expect him to be able to tell the difference between a real threat and a silly campaign for a cartoon.

The mayor, the police captain, someone from Boston should just say “sorry, we fucked up, we were trying to do the right thing.”

Instead, they want to act like, because of 9-11, you can’t put up public art anymore, that our cities must be cold and impersonal in the name of security; we all must walk on eggshells because there are now millions of skittish and paranoid Americans that might freak out about nothing.

We ain’t going to live in a perfectly safe world so I’d rather we keep a little bit of levity about these things. I like living in a city where I might pass a kooky electronic gadget for Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

Sorry to the many great residents of Boston, you have a lovely town, but you have a collective stick up your butt. And I’m not basing this on just this recent episode. Like I said, I lived there. Maybe it’s the puritan roots. Maybe the cold. But Boston has to loosen up.

Like the whole Red Sox thing, give it a break already.

Like the “rivarly” with New York. Let me give you a clue. You lose. You’re one-tenth the city New York is. Move on.

Get over it.

DO THE RIGHT THING.

DON’T CHARGE THOSE GUYS.

Would it be fair for them to do 5 years because the authorities in BeanTown don’t know how to have a good laugh at themselves?

NO!

Just let it go.

You dig?

Number One in the hood G’.

Categories: Culture