Voice from a Cloud of Despair

I would love to believe Michael Chricton's plot gimmick in his new book: extreme weather events are not really the result of global warming but are, rather, engineered terrorist actions by extreme environmentalist groups who carry their beliefs without foundation like so many Jesus, Yahweh and Allah lickers.

I would like to believe that the depression I am falling into as I see the world rocket off the cliff of ecological disaster is just a self-dramatizing mythological apocalypse like the Christian Right's Judgement Day.

But then I would have to believe that ancient forests which are falling like grass before the scythe and the species that are disappearing not by tens and hundreds but by thousands don't really matter to our survival and that we're smart enough to find technological solutions to any problems that arise.

I would have to believe that the freer and freer market is the best solution for dynamic thinking and that people are being raised with the will to dream and the altruism to sacrifice for the greater good.

I would have to believe that the ocean of trash from the useless and ill-made goods and the vulgar packaging they come in has infinite room to slosh in its melting, plastic perfection and that it leaches nothing ill into our soil, water and souls. I would have to believe that we could foster a culture of complete self-absorption and infantile acquistion and grasping, choking, murderous competitive id without damaging our abilities to judge when too much was just too fucking much.

I would have to bicycle with carefree celebration through legions of three-tonne, disposable personal transport tanks full of people rushing to crush their fellows before that shifting dollar flies from their grasp and their family loses everything because there is no society to care for the unfortunate.

Fortune, fortune, Fortune 500: The Apprentice is your model, American Idol your ideal. Devour like a pestilence, pillage and burn. There is no consequence and those who would wag their fingers, those who would plea, those who would shout "Open your eyes -- it is plain as the smog in front of you," are probably terrorists. They are vile zealots who would rip you from your climate-controlled womb and thrust you into sickening, responsible adulthood.

Thank You For the Music

33mhz and astounded have brought amazing music into my life in the last months and that has filled my world with richness and new flavours of sanity. Thank you for Tidy Girl, Boll Weevil, Forget Regret, Rewind, Dizzee Rascal, You Make Me Feel Like Charity, Verve Remixes and more.

LULZ: the iTunes Music Store finally opened in Canada and it can officially go lick me.

'kos I'm the koolest kid with the koolest frenz.