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Unexpected Progressivism

Monday, July 21st, 2008

It was kind of a quiet weekend in the Rambling Khowaga household.  Our dogsitting project ended on Saturday, and Mocha spent most of the rest of the weekend exuding something between exhilarated relief and moping about.  One of the guest dogs taught her a neat new trick: she now has no problem putting her paws on the end table. Time to break out the double-sided tape.

We made a couple of rounds on Saturday: the Costco coupons came out and, like everyone else in these inflationary times, we went to the big box midday.  It was packed, and while Costco attracts a nominally more upscale crowd than, say, Sam’s Club, I am constantly amazed at the sheer selfishness of people.  It doesn’t matter if there are eight hundred people waiting in line with their carts to get through a roadblock in the aisle, caused by the oversized lady in the turquoise muumuu who absolutely had to stop in the middle of everything and block traffic in both directions while perusing the cookie selection, clearly the man talking on his cell phone who’s not paying attention has the right to dodge around everyone else and zip on ahead of everyone.

That there were no fist fights breaking out is either a testament to sheer laziness or Costco’s magnificent security force.  I’m really not sure which.

Among the many puzzling entries at the Costco this time around was a solar powered attic fan — something I never knew that I needed!  Ray and I both stared at it for a bit before moving on–among the many questions unanswered by the box was whether or not it requires one to cut into the roof or if it can somehow fit on an existing vent.

Speaking of alternate energy sources: I am stunned–stunned–that the Texas Public Utilities Commission has authorized spending $4.93 billion dollars to build more wind farms in West Texas–and the transmission lines that will carry the power generated back to East Texas, which is where all the big cities are.  I mean, Jumpin’ Jesus on a Pogo Stick, this is … this is actually something that kinda makes me proud of this state.  I’m feeling all conflicted.

Texas has a history of big industry and big business, and you don’t have to drive very far in Houston to get the sense that we’re kind of big on big oil, too.  If the fact that everything’s named for an oil company doesn’t tip you off, the endless tank farms will.

I figured that this, coming on the heels of Al Gore’s blink-and-you-missed-it challenge to the US to move to renewable energy within 10 years, would be derided as a liberal ploy to waste taxpayers’ money and dismissed without a second thought.

But they approved it.  Holy crap.  Who knew we could be so progressive? Yay us!

Summer hibernation

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

I may have mentioned this a couple of times, but it’s damned hot here in Texas.

I’ve noticed over the past decade (gosh, it’s so weird to think that as of August, I will have lived in Austin for ten years) that days like this are a psychological mindfuck. Growing up in Ohio, I had a pushy dad who always tried to shove me out the door on nice sunny summer days. “You have no business sitting inside reading on a nice day like this,” he’d say.

Usually, I just took my book outside–I’m sure that dad would have preferred that I take up a sport or something. It wasn’t until I was in college and on the bookish track that my father–in one of those rare moments of reflection–said that he’d always hoped I’d grow up to be a baseball player. (At the time, I was starting to realize that I wanted to grow up to do a baseball player — so close!)

As an adult I’ve become more attuned to things like, “Gee, I’ve been sitting inside for too long” and “The house hasn’t been aired out in months” and I still have that childhood-inspired guilt that comes from sitting inside on a nice, sunny summer day.

The mindfuck of living in the South, though, is that summertime is when we all hibernate indoors, not winter. And that goes doubly so for this year. When I flew back from Madrid on the 23rd of May, the pilot announced as we were landing in Austin that the temperature outside was 97 degrees. Since then, the coolest we’ve been is 95. Most mornings lately, it’s already 80 by the time I get to work … at 7:30 in the morning.

It’s going to be a scorcher this year. The summer that I moved here – 1998 – we had something like 60 consecutive days over 100 degrees. The State had to jump into action to help people who thought they were going to have to declare bankruptcy over their energy bills. It’s sort of looking like we’re off to the same sort of thing — a long, hot, dry summer. Everyone’s worried about rainfall this summer – in the upper midwest, they’re getting too much, and down here in the south and southeast, we’re not getting any.

But at least we’re not in a recession and the gays can’t get married down here! Whew! That makes me so much happier already.

Anyway.

I hope you’ve had a pleasant weekend – it’s father’s day! If your dad’s in town (mine isn’t – I swear, since they retired my parents are never around. Where were these interesting people with exciting lives when I was growing up?)

 

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