a chance creation

albeit a dynamic space on the worldwide web for me to pepper you all with my very biased perspective, i assure you that my pretty pink blog, will appeal to humanity at large and not to any free-willed individual. that is if, and only if, you all know what is good for you... my only goal is to hope to spread my gospel of free-love and "true-ness to thyself" amongst you, the masses. in the end, i only thank you for taking the time to read me.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Finally

i have officially finished my liquidation and consolidation. buh-bye dwarfed tony blair...

i don't really have a rant today. except for the weather. let me tell you a story.

monday, monday. little did i know that overnight a sheet of ice had descended upon the metro area. the local news didn't say anything about it. so i assumed that the roads would be fine, and going against my gut instinct to check outside, i didn't. (i had to go to excelsior for a fill-in shift, roughly 50+ miles away from my mom's house, yeah, yikes...)

so i get outside and lo and behold, my car, whom i have named lucy, is covered in a sheet of ice. i freaked, i should have left an hour earlier. plus it took around 15 minutes of warm up time just to get the friggin ice off my windshield. then i got p*ssed off and threw a tantrum.

did i mention that i get kinda stressed out when i move overseas? and have to drive on ice-slicked roads in the meantime?

i went inside and saw my mom and yelled, "there's a half-inch layer of f*cking ice on my f*cking car. i hate minnesota, i don't want to f*cking drive on the ice. i hate f*cking mondays."

normally my mom would have told me to buck up and grow up because i am an 'adult'. instead, she empathized which didn't come in words but in a sympathetic expression upon her face. she gave me her cell phone to calm me down just a little bit more before hitting the road. two and a half hours later, i got to my destination an hour late, but alive.

i called my mom twice that day to thank her for her understanding and to tell her that i really appreciated her gesture.

Monday, December 20, 2004

Don't hate, just love

okay, it has been weeks.

let me explain.

i was accepted into the peace corps. i have been moving. i have been packing, liquidating and consolidating like a bad furniture store going out of business. ikea anyone, anyone? i have been waiting 5 years to be able to get rid of the rubbish that has been bogging me down like carrying a dwarfed tony blair on my shoulders.

http://www.peacecorps.gov

that's where you should go to find out more about what chance will be doing in mali, west africa.

so now, i think it's officially the transformation into more of a travelblog. but do not fear, rants will persist. being a part of the peace corps drastically limits my anti-government protesting. so i got to do it somewhere beyond the grasp of the feds, american or malian.

peace.

Monday, December 06, 2004

lazy, hazy, austin day

i am still in my pjs and just wanting to jot a line to y'all.

texas has been treating me very well. the temps have been in the 60's and 70's. yesterday i went on a road trip to houston, (long story), and it was 76 and humid. i could feel the wind coming off of the gulf of mexico, a body of water i have never seen or dipped in a toe. today in austin, it's rainy, and i want to bike downtown, so i thought that if i took a little time to post, maybe it'll pass.

one thing i like about here is that people can grow food year round. i pass flower and vegetable gardens all of the time and i am just aching to have that same opportunity and ability...

saturday i went to this store called the book people. it started in the 1970's and was bought out by a returning peace corps volunteer. today, it still remains an independent spot for people to come and get what their brains are craving. it's size is about half that you'd find in a barnes and noble, but there is a huge selection, particularly of magazines and zines. the people are friendly and you get a sense of how fun a place it is to be when you hear them giggling over the intercom. inside's a cafe where one can test-drive magazines and books before you buy them. all the benefits of a library with a caffeinated hook.

you should go to bookpeople.com to read their story. and chance says support your local businesses against the heavy-hitting, homogenized, nasty corporate and commericialized soul-sucking spots. it's important to preserve the unique in this world whatever it may be. peace out yos.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Guest Blogger, Rusty Shackleford

ed. note: for the purpose of artistic integrity, this posting has not been edited for content, ie. four-letter words. so just chill on the subject and read on, there are many a good point below... peace, chance

i'm sick of hearing about how ron artest is the worst human being on the
face of the planet. we shouldn't hold celebrities to a higher standard than
we hold the rest of us. this was a bar fight. if a big and already angry
man gets a beer spilled on him, somebody is going to get their ass kicked,
and it probably won't be the guy who dumped it. don't get me wrong, i don't
condone anything that happened, but alberto gonzalez being atty. gen. is
much worse. as white house legal counsel in bush's last term, alberto
crafted the guantanimo policy, wrote the memo on (what i and most call)
tourture use in interrogation, pulled us out of the world court, and keeps
the dick cheaney energy policy meetings a secret. and don't get me started
on condi. but none of this matters, because ron artest is a thug. he has a
rap album. RAP!!! we are doing a disservice to our children if we don't
spend all our energy villifying him, then let fans repeatedly call him a
stupid nigger while he's trying to WALK AWAY FROM A FIGHT. espn has been
trashing artest for years, selling his image of an angry black man you love
to hate to white, suburban america, who just happens to be the people who
buy courtside tickets and yell "you dumb monkey fuck" at artest.

artest obviously has mental problems. anyone could see this coming, but
nobody did anything to stop it because he still played the game well. i am
willing to bet that at some point in his life (probably high school) he was
on meds, and didn't play as well, so he went off them. we could have helped
him become a better man, but all we wanted was a basketball player, so we
didn't. what nobody talks about is how the monster of american sport (which
mirrors society, i feel) created the man that did this. at very young ages
these athletes are tagged as special and everything changes for them, and
their mostly given what they want, and an easier road is laid out for them.
but as soon as you can't play the game anymore, they don't need you and
you're left without life skills because you never had to learn them. we
have never given a shit about ron artest the person, only artest the player,
and artest the person is who did this. he knows he has to watch himself on
the court. one of the many intriguing points is that he walked away from
the on court fight. he was calm. and then...i have more than once heard
the analogy that he was like a wild animal out of his cage. he was also
treated like a caged wild animal up until that point. we have never seen
artest as a human, or wanted to. but what happened with the fan was (in his
eyes) a personal, man to man conflict. not in ours. he's a devil, a thug,
an overpaid asshole. i view what jermaine and stephen did as worse, they
just wanted to kick some ass, artest can at least argue he was defending
himself.

and i don't want to hear about how he can promote his rap album anymore.
first of all, it's not his album. second of all, it's not rap. its an all
female trio, allure (remember them?), and it is very much r&b. but it sure
makes artest sound like a monster to say "ron artest asked for time off to
promote his rap album," which implies that he's a murderer/drug
dealer/pimp/nigger. you can argue that point, but it undoubtedly puts that
seed of thought in the older upper crust white america. remember that
artest once applied for a part-time job at a circut city during the regular
season. most nba players view the regular season as the pre-season, and the
playoffs as the real season. all artest did is walk into his coach's office
and say so. he also said, hey, if you need me to play i'll play, and i'll
play hard. his teamates said it got blown out of proportion. his coach
suspended him for two games for even verbalizing what is on many players
minds. most will just fake an injury, artest didn't. his coach was the
coach of the pistons until last year, and was successful, but was fired
because he couldn't get along with his players. is it a coincidence that
detroit won the title in their first year without him?

but really all this boils down to is money, greed and jealousy. in talking
with people, the all will say that for millions a year i could not go
berserk and kick a fans ass. i know i couldn't listen to the dehumanizing
shit that comes every night and not take some of it personally, and once you
take it personally, you're one step away from doing what artest did. but
the scary part is "for millions a year..." we say "if i was in those shoes
i wouldn't be so dumb." but none of us knows how we would behave if we were
a black man making millions of dollars coming from queensbridge being
equally revered and hated for your actions on the hardwood while having your
actual self pushed to the side without care by the socitey that so worships
or hates what they think is "you." and we all envy his money, because we
think we deserve it more. "why should that jackass get paid six mill a
year?." this is where spree comes into this. i don't know why we expect
athletes not to be greedy, our society is. aside from outside businesses,
this is his last chance to get paid. he will, and we would, try to get as
much as he can. we live in a free market society, supply and demand set
price. athletes get what they're worth; because they can get it, they are
economically worth it. in spree's words "it's my job to get as much money
as i can, it's their job to give me as little as they can, it's just
negotiation." if we weren't jelous of athletes money and stature, we
wouldn't care about this so much.

this is america, and the ills we bitch about in professional sports get
played out so much worse for so much gain for some and so much loss for many
in the real world around us. a brawl in a basketball arena affects so few
people relative to things such as forgien & economic policies of governemt,
education systems, enviromental issues, and on and on and on. we already
have had this brawl broken down to us better than 9-11 ever will be, and
i'm scared because our society has demanded this. in an open market, we get
what we buy, and we care more about this fight. we don't care how we
enabled ron artest to get here, we would have done better if we were in his
shoes. we don't care that spree does what every corporation and most
individuals do (playing "the game" for as much benifit as possible), he
should just be happy with what he has now and continue doing what he was
donig before. if we want these things to change in sports, they need to be
removed from our society. but we don't care to remove them from our
society, or notice them for that matter. so i'm sure we'll overanalyze and
bitch about stupid greedy millionare athletes while the fact that the man
''resposibe'' for bush's lies in the state of the union adress is taking
over as national security advisor goes unnoticed.

rusty shackleford

Friday, December 03, 2004

Howdy from the Lone Star State.

Yes, I am in Texas.

Please don't be disappointed, or hate me. To be honest, I never thought I would find myself here. This trip is due to my oldest and dearest friend Gina. I curse and thank her at the same time.

I caught the flight from Dallas to Austin yesterday as the sun was setting in the western sky, heading towards New Mexico and bound for the Pacific. I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful and enduring light show of all of the colors of the spectrum. (For those of you who don't know it, I am a huge fan of sunsets. Thanks to The Little Prince.)

Gina collected me at the airport and we immediately yammered on, back and forth, about everything that was going on in each other's lives. Ceaseless. It was only fatigue by the end of the night that could shut us up.

She and her partner, Mungu, have studied for years the Brasilian sport/artform/dance of capoeira, and they are in the middle of organizing an event in Austin scheduled for Saturday. So before this little woman could get any grub, I had to bear the wait of a planning meeting.

For dinner, we went to this place called Bouldin Creek Cafe. There they served vegetarian and vegan foods, with coffee and beer. Gina and I shared the tofu and broccoli stirfried salad, and we each had a vegetarian chorizo burrito. Very good and the homemade salsa had a slow burn that came on as time passed.

Afterwards, we went to this spot called Lovejoys. They brew their own beer, have pool tables, and a kick-ass jukebox. I would call it CC Club meets Spyhouse, with all of the art hanging on the walls, with punk-rock anti-pretention. And this was just my first night...