“I’m gonna lose these
blues I’ve found
down in lucky town.”-the Boss
Summer’s here and I don’t care. Things are expected to cool down to 101 on Monday in Texas. I hope you didn’t let the heat keep you from getting out to cast your vote for City Council on Saturday. School’s out and the town is ours but we’re not out of the woods yet. The Open-Air Frat Market of 6th street was in full swing as observed among the balloons and cigarette butts out front Barbs&Babes celebrating its 6th birthday Friday night. “Another smashed weekend” and the Sunday minutes coming down/the/wire…
Two news items outside of Austin interest me very little so we’ll just get them out of the way. The mind-numbing doublespeak about the economy and the faux moral posturing over Anthony Weiner’s resignation coming through the news media can be summed up in one sentence: He ain’t getting fucked any time soon but our generation will be and every day for the rest of our lives.
“Where have all the good times gone?”-Van Halen
some real fun was had in the beautiful city of Vancouver on Wednesday. What else could it be but fun? Those people damn sure didn’t look anything like Abdou Abdel-Monaam Hamadah. It was all looking more like the streets of Philadelphia back in 2000 when the GOP came to town than anything revolutionary. not that Philadelphians need something to rebel against. hell didn’t they do some cars Vancouver style after the Phils won the World Series? In any event some 1000 citizens of Vancouver probably weren’t celebrating the failure of their Canucks to win the Stanley Cup Wednesday night.
Perhaps we should celebrate the Supreme Court’s decision Thursday to limit Police authority. This could be good news, at least if you’re a 13 year old special education student cornered in a small room with a cop and the school principal.
Absent from Secretary of State Clinton’s concerns about the sexual violence used on protestors in Libya this week was any mention of Bahrain. My heart goes out to these victims and especially those in places where fighting a revolution doesn’t even have the benefit of some well polished “buzz” in the American news media.
To sum up: it’s hot, school’s out, hope you’re voting(locally at least), cops and high school principals are liars who would probably piss their pants in the Other Hemisphere and you can rely on American news media to bring you good and bad news but it all sounds phony and condescending. Anybody with a critical mind can smell something much worse coming down the wire than burning car fumes or a foul wind blowing down Tripoli Street.
I bought a copy of “Lucky Town” on Thursday and its title track is taking me back to a July night in Historical downtown Smyrna, smoking cigars and drinking large mugs of Sam Adams talking one of my only friends in Delaware out of joining the Army. We all gotta die but perhaps I’ll save all that for another time.
Death is not the end.-Nick Cave
Clarence Clemons
January 11, 1942 – June 18, 2011
RIP
Going for the Throat 