Archive for October, 2011

Elsewhere is Ok….

October 25, 2011

Finger pointing is the nature of our Great Society these day. Who is to blame and how to fix it. It’s the Left, the Right, the Silent Majority, the Squeaky Minority, the Rich, the Immigrants, the Liberals, the Conservative, the Christians, the Muslims, the Pagans, the Cartoons, the Gays, the Anarchist….in the U.S. etc.

I first must offer reverent apologies to my friend Ayn. She is involved in the recent uprising, noted as Occupy Boston. She lives and breathes it. Much as I did in my protests associated with MoveOn.Org, she feels alive, emerging from the quagmire of political stagnation. The hallucination of our great country, echoing in our subconscious, resting on an unreachable mountain, is again stoic against the battle cries of the masses. And like Ayn, I too thought it could be reached, at least brought closer. I have no wish to invalidate, nay dismiss her efforts, for they are the true actions of a citizen.

What follows is opinion and my decrepit companion mockery. Those with the money have not been shaken. They know not the fear of Maslow’s hierarchy toppling down. And in such response they too have hired my companion, saying that it the Occupy Movement is for the lazy, the weak, the unfocused. For me I have trouble believing its ability. There seems very little to accomplish. They’ve drawn attention, they’ve stirred the pot. Yet, has anything changed? More than 14 American cities have been occupied and there is no goal, no plan, no end in sight.

Keeping this as short as possible I will simply ask a question: has it gone far enough??


Pinhole Time Travel

October 21, 2011

There is a new bar in Boston called Prohibited, that is being touted as an old-style speakeasy. I am all for secretive, not-well-know spots for people to congregate, but the abject hijacking of a 1930’s cultural phenom that grew from necessity rather than style is, well, “meh”. Pretty soon they’ll be about seven of these around the city. Spread out just enough not to step on each other’s microdemographics.

Think about what this is supposed to give you as a human being. It’s not as cool as the part in “Bad Influence” when you can get into an obscure party with a personal ad as a password. Is it to give you a sense of history? To remind you of a time when the unemployment rate was over 20% and people were so downtrodden that they just wanted a fucking drink to escape. Sadly, no. These places are about the decor and the sense of new experience, but only for the vapid awareness of stating that you’d visited it.

Perhaps the true underground can only be glimpsed by the rarity by which it surfaces to skittishly peer at the mainstream. And that, my friends, is the truth.