Wednesday, May 28, 2008

the ocean's on fire



I should be used to this state of environmental alarm that I fall into every so often. It has cropped up regularly ever since I watched the 1990 Earth Day Special starring Bette Midler as a downtrodden Mother Earth. I feel a big weight of the fucked-up state of our environment and the way many people, myself included, abuse it.

In a way I'm pleased that gas costs are increasing. I can hear Dave say, '...says the girl who rides the bus to work'. High prices encourage people to behave differently. I'm hopeful, and maybe naive, that ridiculous gas prices will force people to find alternative modes of transportation. Hopefully, carpooling, mass transit, biking, and walking will be taken up. "In many parts of the country, walking has become as quaint a pastime as spinning yarn or playing the bagpipes." That line from the New York Times Green issue made me laugh.

Any of those transportation alternatives give our degrading environment a break, decrease reliance on fuel, increase health, and promote interaction with the community. I'm sorry if soaring gas (and everything else) prices hit the working poor the hardest. And also sorry if mass transit greatly reduces people's quality of life. But we as a society are used to having pretty much everything we want. I think we can make some sacrifices.

Tonight at my friend's house I read an article from yesterday's newspaper. It essentially said the world is in a worse state than originally expected (?) and we are all going to hell sooner than we thought (in approximately 50 years! Pack those bags). The acidity of the Pacific is rising at alarming rates, sensitive marine ecosystems are failing, etc etc.

My biggest frustration is that people still view our resources-- food, water, energy-- as infinite and they consider the Earth THEIRS. I don't know how to solve the problem or how to just let it slide. I do feel better that my job as a planner entails addressing environmental change and finding viable solutions.

An interesting note regarding planning concepts: About 3/4 of my colleagues own their own home. The rest of us rent apartments. About 80% of them own single-family homes, and 20% own condos. Meanwhile, 'smart growth' advocates for high density housing to keep neighborhoods compact and lessen the need for cars. But even the senior planners, who hawk high density, love their homes, garages, and yards. It's completely understandable. Bar-B-Qs and driveways are nice.

On a cheerier note, I just made sweet potato and black bean enchiladas. I've been in a big cooking binge lately. You know, before the world's food supply runs out? JK.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Communique


Here's the final artwork I did for the Greg Mayo Band's album, Universal Communication. Stay tuned, they're dropping it soon!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

economy stimulatin'

Well we're back from NYC and it was absolutely fantastic. Everything went without a hitch, which is a wonder considering that all of our plans involved 4-10 people. The weather was beautiful and I actually caught some sunburn. I won't belabor the details, but even the little things were great. For example, walking around downtown and the village aimlessly and people watching. We just don't have that vibrant, diverse, fashion-oriented sidewalk culture here.

Anyway, I got back to my apartment this evening and I've really been hankerin' for a shopping trip. I'm not talking my standard excursion that produces one shirt or two items from the thrift store (which usually end up back at the thrift store anyway). I've been dying to inject my wardrobe with a shot of spring, I haven't bought new jeans in two years, and my rotation of work pants is pathetic.

Let me say that I'm not the best shopper. I like shopping, but it has to be the perfect storm before laying out my debit card (I paid my credit cards off entirely last month). I'm prone to breaking out in a sweat at the thought of J. Crew prices. If all my bills are paid and there is real legitimacy to buying something, I do. But I'm a pretty anxious shopper and my wardrobe suffers. (I have a friend Jess, who has killer clothes/shoes/hair. Whenever I am on the fence approaching the cash register, I think What Would Jess Do? Then I usually buy.)

Like a fairy godsend, just in time for my Shopping Trip of Desperation, I received the Bush tax refund of $600 and hopped in my car to University Village to splurge accordingly. I so don't care that saving the money is better. I wanted clothes, and I went to town at Anthropologie. I feel like a kitten on catnip in that store. It's a little overwhelming (both the cuteness and the price tags). I got clothes and feel pretty great that I'll have new threads to rock...er I mean that I'm supporting our flagging economy.

That's what it's for, right?