At the coordinates of Camp Jiggleview, of which I am Commandant, winter is being put to rout. Statistically anyway. On January 19, the average daily high advances. From 25 to 26. Ta da.
As soon as the girls are in good tune, if will come time to unpack my spring fashion ensemble, even to the Speedo in anarchy black.
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Anarchy could be a lot of fun, and I have a soft spot in my heart for anarchists, even somewhat dreamy ones like John Zerzan. The internet persona he projects is one of a nice, very thoughtful, guy who dead centers some of our post-modernist (what the Hell does that mean? dunno.) ills.
He's part of the anarcho-primitivist school, yearning for a return to the hunter-gatherer system of economics.That makes him a romanticist Luddite, just like me when my reality connections are a little corroded. In some of my nicer fantasies I battle the sabre-tooth tiger approaching my woman in our cave. She looks a lot like Kim Novak. I always win.
Philosophically, the dream breaks down the next morning when my clan huddles to plan the death of a nice, juicy, mammoth. Quite naturally, I am the leader -- in 20th Century terms the Minister of Plenty. There goes the egalitarianism that Zerzanites like so much.
There are probably some serious Zerzan students among the readers. I've been only vaguely aware of him and his work, but something triggered a net wander this morning. I think I'll read more of his stuff. He seems too smart to have fallen completely for the serene glamour of the noble savage, and he makes a decent point or two about the dehumanizing effect of this and that in the digital age.
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Also before I hie myself off to work, I need to pacify my buddy John of the GMA, a commendable man but also a dude always grumping about the aesthetics of my WWCO selections -- most recently Twiggy of London. He wonders why I didn't choose Whatzername. I'll tell you why, Pardner. Because my apology to Bernanke had substance enough only for an A-Cup. Anything larger would have been a waste of good silk and wire.
But since you insist:
2 comments:
That's better. Thank you.
John of the GMA
I miss watching women put on hose and straightening them. It held the unspoken promise of a memorable evening. Ah, the good old days! thanks
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