Well it's that time of year again. Christmas - that sad excuse for a holiday that used to mean something, but is now a sickening orgy of consumerism has passed and soon the New Year will be upon us.
Sometimes I think about resolutions I will try my best to honor, like frequenting more dive bars or bingeing on donuts or finally getting up the nerve to sexually harass a man in public. Though I'm not too sure about that last one. The dudes might enjoy it too much.
Other times, like this year, I think about all the crap society should vow to purge itself of. For example, it would be so wonderful if corporate culture could be seen as passe, once and for all. How refreshing it would be to hear people in cafes chatting and saying things like: "Corporate culture? Yeah! That was pretty disgusting!" It would give me such a warm feeling inside.
And car culture. I still hate it, even though I am now driving. As a matter of fact, I hate it even more now. Maybe some of you have seen romantic moments in an automobile. Or perhaps you even feel so affectionate towards your vehicle as to actually name it. Sorry, I can't identify on that one. Living in the US at least, it's just too rough if you ever plan on being a pedestrian for more than ten minutes. And to me, that has all kinds of nasty side effects, from making folk more anti-social, to aggravating the obesity crisis. My estimate is that Americans have a walking deficit of 8,000 steps a day thanks to car culture. That's not good news. I've walked 140,000 steps this month, and that has only burned off two pounds, a pound consisting of 3500 calories. On average, if you only walk 2000 steps a day or less, chances are those tasty burgers you like so much will end up living permanently on your hips. And then while in traffic, you'll have even more of an excuse to rage at other drivers. See what I mean about the negative effects? Fortunately, Google will soon solve this problem for us, by building self-driving cars. Fantastic! Then we will all get to sip milkshakes while having our lazy butts carted around... you gotta love the madness of modern drivelization.
I'm sure I will think of other things I'd like to see changed. Of course, in the meantime, the solution is to change myself first. So of course, I will continue spitting on corporate culture. I plan to get even better at that. I will also keep up with the walks, in spite of the fact that Americans seem to think I am a bum for insisting on taking such long hikes. Oh hell America! What do you want me to do instead then? Get one of those awful Segways? No thanks. I saw how the inventor of those ended up. It wasn't pretty. Kind of hilarious though if you know the story.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Way hey, Marina del Rey!
Wow, this recession is really taking me places! :D My family and I are now officially frickin' nomads, going from city to city in our job search. Thank you corporate Murka! Remind me to send you the contents of our litter box (we have two cats). Hey it's the least I can do, my friend ;) It's all you've ever given me...
I don't know much about Los Angeles and its environs at all. I know for a fact that the drivers are a little nutty. They rarely signal when changing lanes and seem to get a wee thrill out of cutting in front of other drivers in general. Don't know what that is. In Oregon the driving style was almost meditative.
I wonder if folk here are as superficial as everyone in the Bay Area seemed to think? But heck, San Fran had its little snobberies and airs about it, that's for damn sure. For one thing, I felt I was the odd one out looking for work, and everyone else was sitting comfortably as trustafarians. "Job searcher?! Haha! That's very blue collar!" So I think they can shut up and stop criticizing other cities.
I do get the feeling that there are more industries to choose from here, job-wise. After all, Jane or Joe Schmo needs some kind of job if she or he ever plans to make it in Tinseltown.
It is pretty here in Marina del Rey, where I now live in a small one bedroom with my mother. Weather is pleasant. I get to be a beach bum and watch the other bums dancing about in the sun. I suppose the advantage to having such a huge population of bums is that they can outnumber the yuppies and perhaps dine on them if they get really hungry :) Mmm, expensive, but so very tasty! We like our meat rare!
I don't know much about Los Angeles and its environs at all. I know for a fact that the drivers are a little nutty. They rarely signal when changing lanes and seem to get a wee thrill out of cutting in front of other drivers in general. Don't know what that is. In Oregon the driving style was almost meditative.
I wonder if folk here are as superficial as everyone in the Bay Area seemed to think? But heck, San Fran had its little snobberies and airs about it, that's for damn sure. For one thing, I felt I was the odd one out looking for work, and everyone else was sitting comfortably as trustafarians. "Job searcher?! Haha! That's very blue collar!" So I think they can shut up and stop criticizing other cities.
I do get the feeling that there are more industries to choose from here, job-wise. After all, Jane or Joe Schmo needs some kind of job if she or he ever plans to make it in Tinseltown.
It is pretty here in Marina del Rey, where I now live in a small one bedroom with my mother. Weather is pleasant. I get to be a beach bum and watch the other bums dancing about in the sun. I suppose the advantage to having such a huge population of bums is that they can outnumber the yuppies and perhaps dine on them if they get really hungry :) Mmm, expensive, but so very tasty! We like our meat rare!
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