The Big Slow

Google "boycott shell" and ponder the signifigance of this shirt.

I guess I'm talking about Spring.


In Colorful Colorado, we have this weather thing where we get most of our snow in the months of February and March. This doesn't please me as it seems to have been an unbearably long cold spell. We're pretty much ready for some spring 'round here. While I'm sure this isn't any type of news or something that noone has ever felt before, it's having a striking financial cost to me. When the heat runs, my gas bill goes up. With recent oil-wars based on manufactured intelligence, this price has gone up considerably and without concern. Want to make billions in profit? Make a war. It's bloody simple, tried and true and relatively unstoppable by the members of the democracy, the people.

I just wanted to make a note that it is indeed affecting people on a personal level. The energy company extends it's oh-so-gracious hands by offering loan assistance to families who can no longer afford their heating bill. Is there something wrong here? Yeah there is. Can something be done about it? I've no fucking clue. I could blame my ignorance on the fact that it does not personally affect me in a visible way. It could be laziness. I don't know where to start sometimes when championing righteous causes come to mind. Mostly I just hurt a little bit and it makes me feel better for a while.

The less fortunate get masked off by the people begging for help, spare change, bus ticket money, etc. Two to three homeless people work the exit of Yale and I-25. Sometimes, I feel bad for not giving them money anymore. I did once, to two of these gentlemen, obviously down on their luck. I have seen them at least 2-3 days out of the week, everytime I came home that way. Recently, on a warmer spring day, I happened to hear them talking about money they owed to a woman, their supplier of 'shit'. Shit is usually a term for heroine, which could explain a lot. The men were drunken friends, but nearly fighting. "She ain't gonna give us no more shit until you fuckin pay'err." ebbed into my window and I got to feel ok again for decideing to not give them any money. Fear justified. Money kept. Goodwill toward humanity severley dented again. Feel more like shit than ever in the long run.

I once heard that the homeless hated the fact that noone would look them in the eyes. I make a point to do this. Sometimes because it's all I can or will ever offer. I am much more likely to buy a beer for a guy on the street whose sign simply said, "Who am I kidding? I need a drink."

This post is now filed under "rambles with no sense"

As a blatantly-cheery sidenote, I am trying to blog more and include a Now Playing: entry as well so..

Now Playing: Death Cab for Cutie, We have the Facts and We're Voting Yes: Title Track