Mint 2 Carlins - Crisis Solved!

So in yesterday's post we solved the debt ceiling crisis by minting two one trillion dollar platinum coins, emblazoned with the image of that great stand-up guy George Carlin (maybe it should be a medium distance shot with George smiling and giving us the finger?!?! ).

What a brilliant fucking idea!

I propose Obama gets a big piggy bank which he displays prominently on his White House desk, and he deposits those two coins in it, and starts writing checks to all the little grandmas waiting for their social security, and all the other poor working stiffs, and needy souls who still count on somebody sometime doing the right fucking thing!

I love this idea for lots of reasons! 1. End of crisis! 2. Maybe then all those assholes in Washington will just SHUT UP! 3. It shows us all the shared hallucination we call MONEY!

I mean it all really is a shared delusion that all that grubby paper and credit really exists. We all play the game, people stake their lives on it, but really it is just a game. We (the government) can always print up more money! It has value only if we think and pretend it has value. Wake up people! Let's play! Let's make up new rules that work for all of us!

Maybe if we all saw the money game as a game, as a farce, we could re-make our lives around things of real value... like those invisible things - love, spirit, joy, the simple crazy pleasures of life! New motto: Fuck the Money!

Monkey Out Your Butt!

Okay we have entered the land of absurdity. And that's fine with me. Life has always seemed a little absurd, and you just know all those serious people doing serious stuff is just a serious charade.

Unfortunately in the land of absurdity, people still die, and bad shit happens everyday. And that's absurd too.

So anyway, I like this Trillion Dollar Coin Idea! It's kind of like pulling a monkey out of your butt. Which would definitely be absurd, but amazing too. Might even get you on TV!

And just who would be on the Trillion Dollar Coin?! George Carlin of course!

Panic in the Air

Panic in the streets. Panic in the air. Maybe it will be a slow burn panic. It has already engulfed some fine people, the early birders, but maybe it will slowly permeate anyone who actually pays attention.

And maybe the panic will play out as comedy, not tragedy. Or maybe it will be a rollicking comedy with deep tragic consequences. Funny but not so funny.

It is sort of gratifying to see some of "our leaders" expose themselves as the craven idiots they are, but it doesn't bode well for the well-being of the nation. What happens when we realize we are completely on our own?

Panic in the streets is not good for thinking, planning, dreaming...

Coffee Talk!

sunnyjimmy: I already drank a pot of coffee this morning.

Barista: All by yourself?

sunnyjimmy: Yes.

Barista: If I drink that much coffee I get jittery and paranoid.

sunnyjimmy: Paranoia! That's my aquarium!

"Let's just sniff each other's butts and fix things!"

I do think Krugman is right!

Again!

We have a political dog-fight where one dog is all about compromise and "getting along," ("Let's just sniff each other's butts and fix things!") while the other dog is biting and scratching and howling like a banshee.

And the press, and a vast percentage of the pundits on the sidelines decide that both dogs are to blame. This is silly and wrong and insane too. And they are contributing to the destruction of the Country!

And then on a personal note, I realize that I have a lot more invested (emotionally and intellectually) in MY OBAMA, than he does in me... This is not a good dynamic! My health and well-being aren't even on his radar screen or on his political agenda.

I mean, he keeps quoting Ronald (expletive deleted) Reagan. I mean, I used to think it was a clever rhetorical ploy, but now I'm beginning to think Reagan is actually Obama's role model. YIKES!

So I root for this guy, I wave my Flag of Hope, I get emotionally wrapped up in him "winning the day," when the actual solution, the plan that he's proposing is a load of shite too!

Sensible Middle Mirage!

I'm a political junkie. I'd like to kick the habit. It's an annoying, frustrating, boring and a pretty much useless addiction. I blame Richard Nixon and Hunter S. Thompson. They fired my imagination long ago and the embers have faded over the years but have never died...

So I actually tuned in the radio to Obama's broken ceiling speech last night. And listened incredulously to Boehner's speech too. There is so much hot air devoted to such a ridiculous, arbitrary and absurd topic.

I am beginning to really feel sorry for my Obama. He is appealing to the sensible middle of the nation, but the sensible middle is just a chimera, a mirage. So pity for Obama. Which is not a good thing. He has been reduced to begging the American public to start acting like grown ups and to demand that their representatives start acting like grown ups too. Sort of a pathetic, Don Quixote-like stance.

And Boehner is at war. He is at war with Obama, flinging lies and ridiculous lines of attack. His stance is shameless and ridiculous. And he has leverage. What a revolting development...

The mind reels. What next? Can this possibly end well? Will the Republic live? How will Obama rise up above the muck? Stay tuned. But only if you have the same sad addiction...

Death Trip

Yeah, the death trip. It's strange how some really amazing, talented people take it and ride it to an early destruction. Death is kind of baked into our cake. It's a key ingredient to the whole thing.

I too have had my years of "seeking oblivion." Sometimes oblivion seems like the only answer. But it isn't, it's not an answer at all. Just a smothering of the questions. A life-killer.

I am partial to art and artists and creatives of all kinds who incorporate darkness into their vision. Our existence is framed by light and darkness. In fact, all of my favorite artists are grappling with death and how it shapes our lives.

Love and Death are the key themes of a well-lived life... but some of us ride that Train of Death with total abandon, thinking we are somehow indestructible, or maybe just not caring one way or another. Some of us grab for the most convenient cheap-thrill, poisons, and then it turns out the poison over-rules everything else.

And inevitably Death comes... sometimes maybe a little too soon...

Loved Her Voice!

Great voice. Tortured soul. Poor girl. Death trip. Back to black...

The Working Stiffs!

If you haven't seen it, it's worth watching Obama's press conference last night... better to see it for yourself, not filtered through the MSM...

I think he's finally really pissed off with the Republicans and not worried about showing it.

GOOD!

Paul Krugman detects a backbone! My favorite part is towards the end, when Obama says someone has to stand up for the "working stiffs!"

Yes, indeed!

Our Simple Chimp-ness

Friday morning... I surf the news, check out the doings of the world... I conclude we are just a crazy species, and there are now so many of us, we are making each other crazier and crazier. Something about close quarters and our monkey heritage, and all of our advanced and engaging but pretty much useless toys with which we amuse ourselves. We are just simple chimps at heart with these big brains, and we think the bigness of our brains is an advantage, but it's actually like a double-edged sword - it's both an advantage and a disadvantage...

The Dome of Heat!

We are battling a Dome of Heat here in the Midwest. I mean, hell it's summer, it's hot all over, but here in the heartland we are engulfed in a blast furnace of heat, and it seems toastier, way toastier than usual.

I don't know what's going on. It's just the freaking weather after all. But I have a vague recollection that Al Gore and those cute little penguins have something to do with it. They have lots of explaining to do!

Events conspired for me to be out in the mid-day sun yesterday, right in the middle of the heat blasting pinnacle of the day. It seems Mad Dogs, Englishmen and Sunny Jimmy are just mad enough to tangle with the Dome!

I survived it intact, but the Heat Dome is relentless. Today will be another scorcher! Be cool!

Kick of the Crazy!

Of course in a classic jujitsu move, instead of railing against the lunacy of the era we live in, we could revel in it.

And ride the wave.

Maybe the way to beat the lunacy is to be a greater lunatic! Sensible is sensible, it has it's place, but nothing like the kick of the crazy!

The Disappointing Species!

The problem with putting people on pedestals is that they don't belong there. Either they end up falling off, or you ending up pushing them off.

The list of people I "admire" continues to dwindle. It's getting to be a very small list.

Homo Sapiens - "(Humans (known taxonomically as Homo sapiens, Latin for "wise man" or "knowing man")" never fail to disappoint.

Overall a pretty disappointing species. Check out the wikipedia entry and you realize we are the species that really thinks highly of itself. This despite all the evidence that points to our stupidity, arrogance, selfishness, self-delusion, small-mindedness, etc.

Wise Man, Knowing Man?!? You must be (expletive deleted) kidding!

Three Easy Steps to the Great Crumble...

I guess the world teaches us that we should always be suspect of simple explanations. We are complex characters swimming in a complex web of complexity...

But I like Kevin Drum's simple formula for our present circumstances in America's Crumbling Paradise...

"I know this is too simplistic to be taken seriously, but here's my version of what happened over the past few decades:

1. The economy grew just fine, but rich people got most of the money.
2. They couldn't spend it all, and investment opportunities were limited, so they ended up loaning it out to the middle class in increasingly baroque ways.
3. That worked fine until it didn't."

Wealthy Love the Wealthy

Maybe America's woes come down to one simple thing: the political, social and corporate classes who have the biggest megaphone and get the most attention are made up of wealthy people. And the wealthy only think the wealthy are worthy of respect.

The wealthy only take seriously the concerns of the wealthy. Everyone else is basically on the sidelines looking for help, or imagining that one day they too will be wealthy. So even lots of folks on the sidelines are obsessed with the concerns of the wealthy.

Maybe the poor and disenfranchised Schlubs think that if they think like the wealthy ones, they too will magically become wealthy too?!

Krugman has been hammering this home in his own way....

"it’s more a matter of the wealthy gravitating toward views of economic policy that make immediate sense in terms of their own interests, and politicians believing that only these views count as Serious because they’re the views of wealthy people."

Land of Lunacy

Great drama? A bunch of dudes in suits sitting around a table arguing about a budget? Talking about raising "the debt ceiling" a totally abstract, fictional construction?

Might as well be arguing about how many angels dance on the head of a pin.

Every time one of Obama's opponents opens their imbecile mouths, I suddenly thank my lucky stars that we elected a decent, and intelligent human being to the Presidency. Unfortunately, he is President of the Land of Lunacy. And all of his opponents are Pin-heads, Greed-heads, and Assholes!

I wonder if they are gonna continue to wreck the country? I mean totally wreck it? I wonder... And how does the last sensible man in the land keep himself from being slimed by the process?

Stay tuned...

Overly Dramatic Language!

It's been an eventful week for me. And I have gotten a bad case of speaking overly dramatic sentences...

First I had a violent allergic reaction. Or as I usually think of it, "I've been slimed!"

You can be slimed by beasts and by humans. The human-type sliming is usually worse.

And then I suffered blunt trauma to my frontal cortex. Or as I usually think of it, "I bumped my freaking head!"

Yes, I saw stars and got a little wobbly, and I have a lump on my head. But you know what?! I can remember my name and all my fingers and toes are in fine working order.

So I soldier on like a blessed beast of the field!

Benevolence vs. Malevolence

Sometimes I do think there is a raging class war going on in America. And it is only the millionaires amongst us who fight it out.

Which means the poor and middle class have to rely on the benevolent millionaires* to battle with the malevolent millionaires to protect their interests.

So it's a proxy battle. And sometimes it's all just shadow boxing. Because really, the millionaires have much more in common with each other than with the rest of us.

All those dollars really do add up to a striking difference. And in order to make life livable for the poor and working classes, the leisure class has to step up to the plate and sacrifice some of their gold.

It comes down to benevolence vs malevolence.

* And just why would a millionaire choose to be benevolent? Could be self-interest, if self-interest is defined broadly - it's better to live in a society that treats all it's citizens well, with dignity and justice for all - less crime, less social turmoil... plus maybe it feels good to do good?!

Mixing Session #... Who Knows?! - The Not the Worst Thing Session

Yeah, I've sort of lost count. Still mixing songs at the big time studio. We do one session a week. It's kind of like the Slow Boat to China Method. We will get there...eventually.

Anyway, yesterday, this exchange came in the middle of mixing, it will stay with me for awhile...

Studio Engineer: We can bring up the background vocals.

Sunny Jimmy: Okay!

Studio Engineer: Which means your voice will be louder in the mix... which... isn't... the... worst... thing...

Murdoch's Vast Criminal Enterprise!

Wow, it seems that Rupert Murdoch is quite the diversified owner. Not only does he run a vast media empire, but he also runs a vast criminal enterprise! Turns out they are the same thing!

Sweet!

And if finally he is reaping what he has sowed, and the chickens are finally coming home to roost, well, that's almost Shakespearean (Richard III?)! And there is something gratifying in seeing the mighty, the arrogant, the privileged, "the above the law ones" exposed and (hopefully!) brought low.

Some of these people amongst us are just absolutely shameless. Here's hoping their day of reckoning comes down like a ton of bricks!