Tuesday, January 30, 2018

I've been poor and lovelorn...

...and I've been comfortable and lovelorn.

Let me tell ya: "Comfortable and lovelorn" is 100% better.

There's still the niggling sensation, but in the meantime, you can order whatever stuff you want and pretty much live in a place close to what you want. And that does somewhat cover your feelings of loss.

I speak from experience. Try it. Try getting a little more money and then see just how your past obsessions with random idiots fades. When you bump yourself up, you see a whole new group of people --- equally interesting, but far less dysfunctional, obviously, since they've made it to a higher level. I've dumbed myself down for so long, I'm grateful to finally be around smart people.

To Move or Not To Move

1200-sq-ft place. 6 minutes from work. Rent ($1275) is not going up. Those are the good things.

Bad things:

No view at all. (Surrounded by other buildings, claustrophobic. Actual and potentially loud people in those buildings. I'm currently on the ground floor, but I miss being above-ground, I miss trees.)

Bugs. I killed at least 15 big roaches between April 2017 and October 2017. The most I've ever seen in ANY place I've ever lived in.

When I moved in last April (2017), there was an apartment full of dicks overlooking my own apartment who hung out constantly outside, partied constantly by the pool (traipsing past my apartment on their way there), let their dogs run loose, set off fireworks on July 4, etc.

Those guys will be gone by mid-March. (Many others besides me complained about them; according to the apartment manager, their lease won't be renewed after it's up this March.)

Those guys were the worst, but there are still a few other minor annoyances: A girl across from me has a constantly barking dog. Just above her is an apartment full of 2-5 punks who are constantly stepping outside to smoke (they're obviously not rich --- why can't they smoke inside their apartment? What exactly would they be damaging by their smoke?).

But that's just minor stuff that I can live with.

My current place isn't my dream. I'd hoped that at 52 I could be living exactly where I wanted. But it's not so. And where I am is tolerable.

I still haven't decided. I have until February 15 to give the 2-month notice required by the apartment complex. I keep checking Craigslist/Austin for available rentals (duplexes or townhomes --- anything where I'm not surrounded by people on all sides) in my price range ($1400 tops) --- there's barely anything in this market.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Why Revolutions Happen



http://fortune.com/2018/01/26/trump-asked-for-a-van-gogh-got-offered-a-golden-toilet/

President Trump recently asked the Guggenheim museum for a loan of a Van Gogh painting. The museum refused and offered him instead a toilet installation named "America."

And we wonder why intellectuals used to be arrested in decades/centuries past. I grew up being taught that such a thing was horrible. But now I'm understanding exactly why it happened. Not that said "intellectuals" were the more righteous and honest; rather, they were utterly DIShonest.

When Obama was President, he got severe criticism from right-wing quarters that I'd never heard of.

Now that Trump is President, mainstream media and institutions (like the Guggenheim with this disgusting, snarky "America" toilet offering) that I grew up with are insanely bashing him, sans any attempt at fairness or reality. NO attempt at fairness. I grew up with ABC/CBS/NBC/PBS/NPR, and my once-beloved "New Yorker" magazine... Even "Rolling Stone" and "Vanity Fair," which I used to subscribe to in the '90s... I can't turn on/read ANY of these things any more!

Definition of Fascism: Control of the media and schools (and thus of all information---until the Internet Age). That's exactly what's happened in America since '68 or so. See any poll of journalists and teachers/professors: 90% support left-wing globalist ideas.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

George Harrison - (1987) When We Was Fab


George Harrison - Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll) - Lyrics


The Traveling Wilburys - End Of The Line


If I died right now, it would be OK (not really, of course, but kind of)

(1) I've done pretty much in the world all that I'm gonna do: www.joancrawfordbest.com

(2) I'm 52, I've got no kids, I don't like/speak to my parents, I don't speak to my brother. I've had no-one to be with at Christmas for the past 2 years.

(3) I've got no friends. That sounds harsh, but it's true: People I bonded with as a young person in the '80s and '90s all moved away from Austin in the '90s. In the 2000s, I met a couple of club friends, but they weren't really good friends.

(4) I like my current job. I like working on the Joan website. That's probably good enough.

I guess what's left is trying to better myself living-wise. I'm currently paying $1275 a month for rent. I could conceivably buy a condo or a small house given my income level and ability to pay that rent. I do need some sort of goal to strive for. I feel like the youthful goals of Love and Friendship are gone now... Make Do with what is left.


Monday, January 22, 2018

March 1961. Joan Crawford et al.

This group looks decadent as hell. (Joan Crawford with artist Piero Aversa, left, and art dealer Walstein Findlay.) I can definitely see the Youth Revolution coming in response to this kind of early-60s generic, stagnant scene. (A "revolution" that would, in itself, turn far more creepy and destructive than the mere cheesiness of early 60s entertainment.)

Still, I'm hardly ever depressed by anything Joan Crawford. There's usually some sort of psychic energy there. Here, her time is about to be past after 30 years, yet... she's still, at nearly 60, completely ON.



Sunday, January 21, 2018

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Back on the Bus

After getting my car in July of 2016 I think it was, I have not been on the bus since.

Today, though, was a Snow/Ice Day in Austin -- my work, schools closed down, etc.

When I looked out the window, I saw no ice. And there was none. I live within 2 miles of work, and decided to go on in (earning comp time), taking the Austin "Rapid" bus system that I used to take all the time years ago, which has stops close to my current apartment.

The way there: No big deal. Until I got off on my work campus. To be polite, I called out, as you're supposed to do: "Thank you!" to the driver as I stepped off. He replied in a weirdly sing-songy overtly girly voice (obviously mocking me), "You're wel-come!" OK.

After working a few hours, I went to the bus-stop to get home. It was about 5pm. The digital display showed arrival time of the bus in 3 minutes. I stood there for a while, then checked the display again: Now, the arrival time was 11 minutes. After waiting a few more minutes, I checked again: Arrival time was 15 minutes.

THIS is exactly why I was so eager to get a car. The constant bullshit involved with bus-riding. #1, the dick driver on the way there. #2, the completely ridiculous grid not displaying the correct times.

As it turned out, I left my office at around 4:55pm. I live 2 miles away. I didn't get home until 5:45pm. Liberals shouldn't complain about why people don't want to take public transportation.


Friday, January 12, 2018

1937: FDR meets Joan Crawford

1937. FDR in Poughkeepsie, New York, with Joan Crawford "Bride Wore Red" billboard.


Tuesday, January 09, 2018

Books!

Packages sitting around my apartment since September. I just finally opened all of them yesterday.