Saturday, January 10, 2009

Money buys a better shower.

Everytime I get in the shower I feel like kicking Caleb in the balls. Everytime I get in the shower I know, without a doubt, that progression is a fact. Life is getting better generation after generation, incrementally better.

There are out-of-touch idiots out there (many of them are my friends who I love dearly) who do not think this is so. You can give all kinds of examples like Child mortality rate (burying your child is probably the saddess act in a human life), fucking SOAP! (which is surprisingly new invention, without which... I can't even really imagine the horrible pervasive smell of humanity.. ick) Chocolate!! c'mon! Jesus never ate chocolate, no roman emporers, none of them it's from the 'new world' some with tomatoes, suger, potatoes and corn. What a shitty life! or how no fucking salt on your food. jesus. salt was worth the same as gold for thousands of years... jesus. Forget medical advances... anyway. They all say no no no.. blah blah buh-blah blah...

Get in the fucking shower. That is some Goooood shit. See how happy you are without a shower or any use of indoor plumbing or hot water for a year. Any of us who survive, would bearly survive and it would be an utterly stinky, labour intensive, year.

Well the shower just got better, but you have to be a zillionaire to have one they are 25,000 CND for one of these 'shower cabins'. (go to products, then shower cabins, especially check out image 2 of the 'geo-tray'. OooOOoooh maaaaaaan..

Man-o-man, it's the best reason to sell-out I've seen in my whole G.D. life. 

The future is now people. Again, life just got better (to all those who can afford it.) Of course it's from Italy, of course.

Today's Song of the Day is "Postcards From Italy" by Beirut off their 2006 album "Gulag Orkestar".

Crazy Fact: Zach Condon is the grandson of jazz guitarist Eddie Condon.



Anonymous said...

Since all things are naked, clear and free from obscurations, there is nothing to attain or realize. The everyday practice is simply to develop a complete acceptance and openness to all situations and emotions. And to all people --experiencing everything totally without reservations and blockages, so that one never withdraws or centralizes onto oneself.
----Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, 1939-1987

Every passing hour brings the Solar System forty-three thousand miles closer to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules - and still there are some misfits who insist that there is no such thing as progress.---Kurt Vonnegut Jr, 1922 - 2007

The day you are able to kick me in the balls, my friend...on that day you will be a man!

yours in humble and joyful opposition,


Anonymous said...

I'm sure Caleb has had an original thought sometime in his life, he only resorts to plagiarism in the public sphere. :-P

That said: nice pairing of sources!

Toiletpaper, how about that one? Woo!

By coincidence, we're working on a better shower at the moment. Design is an amazing thing, I think the guys were drunk when they installed our bathroom. Actually they probably were... Anyway the showerhead is too low, and made of a cheap plastic which is actually bursting from the pressure of the water, and the bathtub is a catastrophe, installed in such a way that water will always always end up on the floor.

Ah well, in March it'll all be better. Thankfully until then I've found a bag of bathsoap which stops the water quite effectively.

Dude I am also a fan of Draino. Screw this environmentally friendly crap! It doesn't work! A freaking tablespoon of Draino and that sucker is working again.

Now I can experience a shower totally without reservations or blockages, simultaneously moving 20 thousand kilometers closer to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules.

That's cool.


Anonymous said...

Upp, I just heard on the radio that they did a survey in Europe on expectations for the future... and people are generally negative.
Oh well.

Anonymous said...

in rebuttal to soap as indicator of progress, i submit to you the stinky palm phenom. Or, for your math brain, Progress is to Soap as Soap is to Stinky Palm.