insomnia and bad grammar since 2001
- Self-Delusion
We all know some pretty ridiculously self-delusional types, but I like the idea that it’s a necessary evil, in the strict ontological sense that a being simply cannot know itself, like the architectural flaw of the eye that cannot see itself. Theory goes that without it we’d all realize we were pathetic mediocre slobs full of faults, possibly even terrible people, incapable of change, etc. Then we’d all just give up and kill ourselves. But there is something fascinating about this blind spot.
- ATL Crime Update
Tonight I hear about 4 bars being robbed early Thursday AM. 4 in the same night! Not to mention a fatal stabbing in Piedmont Park (male-hustling related or not…we’ve all been there.) City council-lady robbed for the 3rd time in 9 months. A woman attacked during a home invasion. After being burgled, I have been somewhat, but not really, surprised to hear that most people have an equal or worse story about Atlanta crime that happened to them. And the best part, the city of Atlanta is claiming that crime is down! Puhleez. The Mayor AND the Chief of Police need to fall. They have failed the taxpayers. That is all.
- On Survivalism
Survivalists just kill me. The first thing on my post-apocalyptic agenda after voluntarily becoming a zombie will be to hunt down them all down. That’s the game, yo…
- The Jackassery of Traffic Laws
So fucking what. Traffic laws were intended for cars, face it. Bike infractions- running through red lights, stops signs (puhleez), are effectively tantamount to inane pedestrian offenses like jaywalking. As long as a cyclist is riding accountably, who cares about traffic laws made for bigger, dumber vehicles. Anyone that thinks bikers need to obey traffic laws has never been on a bike or experienced the reality of bicycle commuting. I understand that it would be a safer world if we all wore helmets and waited for Mary Poppins to cue us to cross the street but this reality is unlikely. So let’s choose a more pragmatic one. When was the last time you stopped fully at a stop sign in a car? When I hit a red light biking on an uphill, you sure as fuck better bet I’m going to run it to keep my wheels rolling and my struggle against gravity continuing. And of course I’m going to make sure the coast is clear first! On a bike this much easier to do than in a car. One has much more peripheral vision and also agility, and the ability to start and stop quicker. I find most of the time that I am passing cars in city traffic, and that THEY are like giant cumbersome animals, distracted by their cell phones and limited visibility. Plus I can get from one side of Atlanta to the other in 10 fucking minutes on a bike with one gear. So fuck you.
- Duck Rabbit Porter
I’m not a beer fanatic, but Duck Rabbit Porter is the best fucking beer I have put to my sweet lips. Oh sweet but subtle chocolate. And it’s a lively buzz too. Seriously, why are you reading a website when you can be drinking this beer? Guinness fans this applies especially to you. Be gone now.
- Crime and Punishment in Atlantis
As you might know from the Facebooks, I got burgled last week on Easter. Burgled. Ransacked. Pillaged. Crunked. All I can do is try and recreate it in my mind the way you imagine someone else’s story. Completely insufficient details. Vague and blurry images of quick footed individuals (kids? trolls? terminators? baby Jesus?) kicking in a door, confronting the stillness of an unprotected house, adrenaline, real-time assessment of valuables, the thrill of the job culminating in the absurdist gang-banger defacing of a sofa with lemonade and coke…possibly urine? Back door and refrigerator left open, an inexplicable pile of items resting by the fence in the backyard: guitar, korg, two pairs of jeans, two cans of frozen apple juice concentrate. The aftermath is like my own personal natural disaster.
The very next night I was confronted by a hooded man as I rode my bike up to a friends gathering, on the other side of Grant Park. I ignored the sketchy dude who minutes later pulled a gun and grabbed two girls purses.
Today I was pulled over for running a stop sign outside my fucking house. Simply on the way to buy a new front door, to better secure myself against the wildlife that the Atlanta police obviously cannot control. The police officer didn’t see the irony in my situation for reasons that probably made her a police officer. Atlanta has a serious crime problem, one that is obvious and undeniable to anyone living in the city limits. It is far worse than it was a year ago, or two years ago. It is quickly spiraling out of control. I don’t know what the wisest course of action is. Seems that Atlantans Together Against Crime is a start, and will at least draw media attention. Whispered words from an officer put both the mayor and the police chief to blame, for what it’s worth.
- DRI
It’s old skool hardcore Friday. DRI classics.
- Tombs: Gossamer
Amazing debut from this band.
- Divinations
Dude, if you haven’t checked out the latest Mastodon masterpiece, Crack the Skye, then you needs to get a checkin’…this shit is EPIC. If you don’t like metal than beat it, pussy. (Apologies for the MTV embed with 15 sec commercial, couldn’t find it without.)
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