Some very serious shit has gone down.


All I can do now is just try as hard as I possibly can to stay in school, that's all that matters now.
Pretty much everything else is gone, and I'm not talking about abstract things. These are very concrete problems.


There is a certain relief, but not a good releif that comes from knowing the impending doom is certain. Catharsis has a tendency to cause anger to be supressed, as it is the only way to keep it from interfering too much with everything else. I've lost almost everything I've purchased with summer work money in high school because of Art Institute, Now they are taking me to court for 3 times the amount. Hopefully, all they will do is garnish my wages until the amount is paid. From what I understand, that is all they can do.
I suppose I will be paying a "Looser Tax" for a while. I won't even begin to mention what this does to my already dismal (but was repairable) credit.


Hopefully now I can stop worrying about this and start focusing on a more pressing matter: paying for school.


That is why I'm not able to come to the theatre tomorrow for Andrew's thing. That is why I've become so randomly bitter as of late.
I'm sorry but things are just too much right now.

Well, mine is anyway. And I had no idea either.

My mother wants to put a greenhouse in the storage shed space in front of our apartment. Problem is, it doesn't get much sun. I came up with the solution of using mirrors located on the border of our garden space (which does get sun year-round) and then suddenly it hit me.
This is a green house in an urban environment. On a small scale, this is like totally urban farming (on a very small scale). You know, the whole creating a growing enivironment in a high density residential location (like Aggie Village).
Indeed, She seems pretty set on doing this too. I just have to make sure she doesn't end up buying a $3000 pre-fab green-house and spending all of our eating/living/rent money.

Andrew sent me this:
http://www.boingboing.net/2005/09/23/seattle_monorail_has.html

Clearly, this proves that everyone, and everything does in fact, have a posse.


So with that in mind:








indeed.

eee!

Avast ye mateys! T'day be Talk Like a Pirate Day.
'Tis also the holiest day ye Pastafarians. Ay.

So eat spaghetti-a-plenty or else ye can go walk a plank! Ay!

Last night I saw an awesome movie with Andrew at Durell. It was called "Crash", it's about L.A. and Racism.

Indeed.


I have uploaded another song, this one actually has substantial bass (as far as I can tell). More so than the last three. So indeed.
It's got a German title because a lot of Industrial songs have them, but I can't pronounce German very well, so all the lyrics are in English (and have nothing to do with the title):
"Dein Gott ist die Vororte" (which translates to 'Your God is the Suburbs')
availible here

I hope you all are having as Vigilant of a Freedom Day as I am having.
My Freedom Day has been so freaking vigilant, it's insane.
In fact, it's been downright offensive.

Not to belittle the actual event, BTW. Mostly to belittle the US response and the approval-blitz made by Bush shortly after the event.

So things and stuff.

AND THE YAY!

I'm going down to Broomfield this Sunday to pick up my posters and stuff and see Cam and eat eggrolls and steal food and PET CATS!

that is because Sunday is Cat Day (not really, everyone knows that is April 3rd.) or something like it. And then I'll have something descent to put on my ceiling.

Remember: Talk like a pirate day is September 19th!

AND my mom doesn't get the "applied theology" joke from the Mac Hall I printed up and stuck on my door BECAUSE SHE CAN'T READ TEXT THAT SMALL!

and how!



MATT UPDATE:
Matt called me to say that he was on his way down to NOLA earlier this week, which means he is down there RIGHT NOW.

Apparently my printer is not out of ink.
So now I can cover every square inch of my door with internet comics and every square inch of my ceiling with photos of Oscar Neimeyer buildings and Soviet architecture.

Oh, and now I can cheaply print up all of the movie posters I would normally buy if I actually had a positive income.

My mother's taste in decoration is...
uneducated at best. I fear that she will hang up a bunch of stocky mass-produced pictures of generic, uninspired scenery. Not good scenery, but the kind of dull scenery that causes me to get motion sickness by psychological association. I think there is quite enough earthtone in that apartment anyway (considering two walls have wood panelling, and another has brick.)

I'm now in an unspoken race with her to put something descent in the space above where the couch will go.
I've told her (countless times) that I would purchase a nice, very colorful tapestry as soon as I had the money. Foretuneately, she doesn't have much money right now either so nothing has happened yet. I never would have imagined that our differing tastes would have come into conflict like this.

Just to give you an idea of how different our tastes are:
If I had the money, I would shop for furnature at IKEA.
She would shop for furnature at Cabellas.

Now, while music has, for the most part, not been much of an issue yet, All of the conflict around it has been during the evening hours.
Specifically when it comes to one particular genre: Industrial.
I don't know what my mom has against industrial, but she seems to absolutely loathe it.
I discovered this when she would not leave me alone while I was listening to Remission (The weekly industrial show on 1190).
She kept freaking out about "That's too loud. I can hear it in the kitchen", so I turn down the bass.
Then she'd say "I can still hear it. The people here have families and will complain", so I turn OFF the bass.
Then she'd say "It's after quiet hours, so you shouldn't be doing this. What are we going to do about this? You can't play music this late."

By the way, we have not yet receieved a noise complaint, nor do any of our neighbors have kids. In fact, the nieghbors diagonal to us are probably louder on average.

So nothing is perfect, and I knew that to begin with.

I think she's just getting down from the whole Murphy thing, Right now, she seems to think that laundry on the floor for more than 2 hours is a health hazard, Cabella's catalogue stock paintings are art and that the neighbors have their ears glued to the walls.

That's right.
If there is anything that is proof of the simple, outright ineffectiveness of this administration's policy of under-funding the interior and spending our resources on totally useless crusades in the middle east, it is New Orleans.
According to DailyKOS, just 20 million dollars would have been enough to raise the levies enough that they could have significantly reduced the impact of the flooding in New Orleans.
There really isn't any scapegoat for the administration to put this on, everyone knows that it was funding at the federal level that just wasn't there when they needed it to protect the city.

What good is "fighting terrorism" abroad if we can't even maintain our infrastructure at home?

There just isn't any way around it: The government is less effective when guided by a philosophy that neglects internal issues, such as the Bush administration has.
There are a lot of things that need fixing in this country, and New Orleans and other civil engineering-preventative maintainence projects are just two of them.
We need to actually get a handle on our economy again, and that means kicking Big Oil in the balls until it builds new refineries and actually takes the initiative to repair the old ones. It doesn't get to just let them dry-rot and bump up prices arbitrarily. When gas is expensive, that makes everything expensive, and business suffers.
We need to get our money into education again for obvoius reasons.
We need to get the hell out of Iraq.
We need to address the trade defeceit, not excuse it away.
We need to manage corporate welfare with more attention payed towards economic impact:
IE: Companies that contribute positively to their local economies are eligible, companies that export or depreciate local economies are automatically disqualified and are not eleigible to recieve tax-payer money. It just makes sense.

It would also help if our president didn't look so stoned out all the time, and could actually address the nation without sounding quite so oblivious.

It really is.
Just like Andrew elaborated earlier.

The TV news really doesn't have a lot of information to report. They make it seem like they do by repeating the same things over and over with different reporters at different sections of "cosmetically altered" wreckage (Fox news is particularly bad about this sometimes)
CNN has done a terrible job of conveying the enormity of 80% of a major US city becoming uninhabitable. At least, until this morning. Yesterday they sort-of forgot the minor detail that those busses carrying people out of the city were specifically intended to carry people from the hotels to other locations. Which still leaves thousands of people stuck. Aside from that, they just recently started covering the whole riot/looting thing.

Only as of this morning did CNN even start to explain the dismal situation for the lower-income residents, who are said to make up the vast majority of casualities. And as things progress, are predicted to make up the remainder of casualities as a result of the squallorous condition of the city.

Anyway, I think I probably have some disconnected family down there, but my mother only knows of people in Texas. She doesn't know of any direct relatives that live in Louisianna