Tuesday, March 18, 2008
yesterday i was in a fog i love my job so much but i was in this weird haze
at first it was like i couldnt believe i was back in LA, that i wanted to be back in Austin. none of it made any sense because i had squeezed that lemon of every drop. i had gone, seen, imbided, conquered and returned. now it was time to tell the brothers and sisters what i learned, yet i was clearly not 100% back.
i walked around like a zombie, not wanting to fully be there, glad to see all the cool people i worked with but i didnt wanna tell any of them what i had done because then it would have really meant that it was over.
plus all the work that i had to do yesterday was yucky work, paperwork and hard stuff and nothing at all glamorous. very little that was creative. meanwhile for the last week i got to talk to all of these interesting tech insiders, and rockstars, and locals, and babes. i had gotten to do it all in shorts and tshirts all while holding a beer.
its really ashame that sxsw cant happen more than once a year. its totally sad that there is just one event like it. one that includes all the good things: web, film, and rock. all in one little chunk or real estate.
 where pretty much everything is pure and right on.
where theres free beer almost everywhere or shots of the hard stuff if thats what you need. and a hotel to crash in when youre done.
LA could never hold such a fest unless it was on the sunset strip but even then they couldnt do it because the beauty of sxsw is you can walk pretty much everywhere. and its not pretentious and its not LA. i love LA but my lady puts on her face wrong sometimes and austin rarely does.
last night i left the office about a half hour before i normally do, i drove home and got some of the cheapest chinese ever. im sure the curry chicken was cat or dog or worse. i sat in front of the tv for about 15 minutes, something i hadnt done in over a week, and i put on some jeans and drove to Frys electronics and bought an external hard drive and a video game for my PSP and some screens for my iphone, but that was all just an excuse to get in my car and drive.
i filled up half of my tank of gas and it was $25. 7 gallons equals $25?
have we stopped being curious about this relationship between the most controversial president ever, a man from an oil family, and this hugely coincidental face that gasoline has nearly quadrupled as he has been in office?
an administration that has been accused of some of the dirtiest tricks pulled on humans during any administration: going to war over lies, not even really trying to find osama, torture, repealing habeas corpus, election fraud, paying off journalists here and abroad, dragging its feet on katrina, attempting to insert harriet myers into the supreme court, attempting to sell our ports to our enemies, and damaging our economy in several ways?
why is it that barack obama has to set up a special speech and go through the ringer because of his relationship with a preacher, but george bush doesnt have to go through any ringer whatsoever because of his relationship with the oil companies and families and industries, despite the fact that oil is at an all time high and the oil companies are claiming record Profits?
the cost of living, doing business, eating, drinking, and breathing are all tied with this one industry that our president is intimate with and yet no one questions him in the same way that everyone else has to be held accountable for. and my question is why? why does bushco get allowed to skate through life and everyone else has to explain themselves in a way that people get it?
are we afraid of the answers? but worse, are we afraid that there was something about us that was defective in that we didnt demand these answers a long time ago?
sometimes its better to enjoy the bread and circuses at a beautiful art festival instead of coming home and facing reality. i guess.
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