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  • Old Guy Student 10:22 pm on August 19, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Ford, Iced Coffee, , Mustang, penis envy, , , , , Stoner Lifer, , Stoner musings   

    Penis Envy…. 


    The two vehicles above signify two of the best vehicles produced by the Ford Motor Company.  The Mustang 5.0 is the epitome of the American Muscle Car and it’s name speaks volumes about the machismo this American icon is supposed to represent.

    The Pickup truck is the icon of the working man, the farmer, the construction worker, the sportsman.  At the same time it also speaks volumes about the kind of machismo the owner has and while seemingly different they are just opposite ends of the same spectrum.

    They are both marvels of modern engineering and manufacturing with components sourced from around the globe manufactured to the cheapest specifications to the most lenient of tolerances in order to foster a fruitful aftermarket parts market whereby even cheaper, at the lower end of tolerances, and known lower longevity components can flood the market to prevent competition from American manufacturing that prided itself on setting the standards for exact tolerances based on the US Standards of measurement.

    Henry Ford was an antisemitic asshole capitalist who understood that the golden rule of capitalism was to make your employees loyal customers who would also become evangelists for the company and products since they saw the real benefits.  He supported Hitler and his rise to power through agile use of antisemitic rhetoric just like Grandpa Bush who’s son and grandson became presidents.

    So, the black Mustang 5.0 belongs to a 19 year old salesman at Future Ford.  He pulled up and double parked the Ford Super Duty F250 Pickup right by his mustang.  First thing that popped in to my mind is, wow, severe size envy.  Opposite ends of the spectrum, if it is length they get an extended cab, girth they get the wider model.  Both, the F250 and if it is how long they can last or quickly they can go again they opt for the diesel model.  The pickup is usually the working man and high school kid version.

    While the Mustang screams speed and danger and muscle car.  Perfect thing for the midlife crisis and fills the same purpose.  The PC Cruiser fills the same for the AARP audience, it let’s grandparents be grandparents without the minivan or station Wagon reminding them they are old.  We have that demographic to thank for the Renaissance of fuel efficient muscle cars.  As fuel efficient as they can get.

    As I snapped the picture and all of this was running through my head, I realized that someone was getting out of the pickup truck and he was talking to me.  Oh shit.  “Huh?”  “Do you like the car?” With paternal pride, “it’s my sons,” of parental ownership.  I replied that I loved they were both Fords.  I explained why I took the picture and he laughed.  As his son came up we started talking and I explained it to him.

    I explained why I wanted to drive a Ford, because even though it wasn’t knew, it was American Made and I believe we need to buy American made and encourage more parts to be made here.  They laughed.  The dad’s words had an odd accent like he might be hard of hearing.  I asked, because that is polite in deaf culture and allowed me to explain I know some sign.  His son answered the affirmative and when I mentioned sign he said he did not sign.  He was totally Deaf and could read lips.

    The son explained that if dad’s back was to him he couldn’t get his attention but facing him they could talk.  In deaf culture this is often posited as over exaggerated by hollywood in how many have the ability and the skill levels and easy they use it.  Bullshit.  Except this guy personifies the hollywood stereotype. Awesome because it shows how amazing humans are at adapting to their environment and how nature made them.  It also adds to the truth in the Deaf communities assertion that being Deaf is not a disability and that they are completely Capable.  Even in a hearing world.  Without the problem even being identified.

    This is how I spent.my afternoon waiting for friends to accomplish chores.  Experiencing this and writing this blog.  Today, was a good day.

  • Old Guy Student 7:05 pm on August 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , , , , , , Small Businesses, , ,   

    Selfishness and Sense Of Purpose 


    So this eucalyptus tree dropped a 200 pound limb in the middle of the parking lot exit for the Spirit Halloween store that is about to open any day now.  The overflow from the shopping center next door uses this parking lot along with all of the employees if Future Ford.


    The tree blocked the driveway and it was fun to sit and watch as people approached this obstacle.  In the three hours I watched there were only men in large trucks who even approached it.  Most saw it before they turned and avoided it altogether.   Including the salesman who drives a new Mustang.

    The first thing that would happen is the guy would pull up, get out with grand flourish and with all machismo,  they would try to move the branch.  Then they would really try and realize they could not overcome the forced of nature and gravity.  Then they would get back in their truck and back out.

    Finally one guy was able to move it enough he could drive over it.  Once he did that, it was like an ant trail and every guy with a truck who came after just rolled right through it.  I had someone ask me to help them move it and I politely declined explaining that I lacked adequate healthcare options through the affordable care act that would ensure my expenses should I get injured in this endeavor.  He said something about my genitals or my Uncle Richard.  Not sure which.

    The Future Ford Employees use this as their personal parking lot, often filling the lot by 8am.  When the Halloween store opens, they will no longer be able to do this as the store will enforce the customer parking only ordinances.  While on the surface this might sound like it is the business owner being selfish and greedy, the ramifications are  all financial.

    In this case the 20 parking spaces are vital for this store to make all the money they can between opening and Halloween and the rent they pay includes the parking lot.  Would you be ok with some stranger using your driveway to go to your neighbors yard sale? 

    Tupelo Coffee House has been in Sacramento for more then 20 years.  They roast their own coffee.  They are a small independent coffee company that predates the Seattle Coffee Plague.  They are the anchor in a shopping center with other destination businesses.  This means people come their either for the coffee place or to go to one of those stores.  People often find the other stores through visiting the coffee house.

    Across the street is a sports bar and on the other side is a Starbucks.  My friend is a licensed and paid security Guard and he has spent many hours ensuring that people going to the Sports Bar or the Starbucks do not park in this lot.  He also ensures that those who do park legitimately do not stay longer then 90 minutes.

    The owner of the Cafe along with the owner of the shopping center had to do this after the Starbucks opened because they literally lost most of the spaces to Starbucks and it negatively impacted their business.  When he first started doing it, he would tell me about the attitudes and behaviors of the people he encountered.  The majority when informed were understanding and didn’t push the issue.

    Those rare few though,  their attitudes and behaviors reflect what The Buddha said that everyone suffers, and that the root of all suffering is selfishness.  This is clearly an example of people who feel they have a sense of purpose in their task that drived their overtly selfish behavior.  The first couple of weeks were hell as we began Football season last year.

    The Sports Bar wasn’t the problem, nor were it’s customers for the most part.  The first issue was with a father who’s daughter was selling Girl Scout Cookies across the street.  He pulled in and when he realized that my friend was making a notation of his plate, got rude and combative then insulting and belligerent when he realized that he could not get the rules bent for him.  Here is the irony, had he of said “Hey, may daughter is selling cookies and I just want to stop by and see her for a minute.”  My friend, a father with a daughter, would have let him.

    Instead he decided to swear and insult my friend, who because of his journey through this life has had to deal with the vehemently rude and insulting nature of self righteously angry people.  When his shift was over he crossed the street to buy cookies and the father pushed the other mother out of the way and continued to berate my friend.  He took it all in stride, said thank you and explained how he was kind of glad his daughter wasn’t interested in scouting.

    Another was a woman who swore she was going to the consignment store and when she started walking to Starbucks explained she was “early” for her appointment.  She even tossed the name of the owner of the store and shopping center as if this legitimized her complaint.  When she realized she wasn’t going to win she changed tactics.  She went in the consignment store hoping to just look around and then sneak out.

    She thought that she was smarter then my friend and that she could just go in the store and waste a few minutes.  When she came out and headed away from her car to the Stsrbucks, she thought that because my friend wasn’t visible that she was free.  Her shock and dismay when he stepped out from behind a Mini van and asked where she was going quickly turned to anger vitriolic responses about his manhood,  intelligence and fascism because she couldn’t just park there and get her god dammed Starbucks.

    When I take my friend to work or pick him up, which happens frequently right now since his car died, I get coffee there.  I do it even though a 12 ounce cup of ice coffee is $2.10 and refills cost $1.25 which is exorbitant and far more then the competition.  It is very good coffee but I do it for two different reasons:  they pay my friend to guard their parking lot and they are owned by a private individual and not part of a large chain.

  • Old Guy Student 3:29 am on August 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , , , Road Trips, , ,   


    One of the things that was always a blessing to me when I didn’t have a license and then didn’t have a car was a ride somewhere so that I did not have to take hours by public transit to get there.  Mr. Riddler’s car died a week ago and I asked for a ride to work and I agreed to give him one and pick him up.

    TeaBag is 19 and a former foster care child who doesn’t have his driver’s license.  When I met him in my ART 420 film class he offered to get me high for a ride home.  We began to hang out and he asked me if I would help him get his license.  When he asked it reminded me back to when I was 19 and asked my mom and she said no.

    I thought about how much of a difference it would have made in my life if I would have had my driver’s license when I left home soon after my mom saying no.  The difference would have been astounding and the limitations imposed on my by not having it became apparent right after I got it.  I know the level of independence and the confidence it has given me especially when applying for work or meeting new people.

    So while thinking about this, I agreed to help TeaBag and have been letting him drive my car and we have taken road trips.  So today I picked up TeaBag after picking up Riddler and off we went.  After dropping off Riddler, we decided to drive to a nearby park.  Sacramento is after all, the city of trees.


    So we drove to Glen Hall Park at the intersection of Sandberg and Carlson drived.  It is a park with tennis courts, a pool and sports fields.  It also has river access.  But what I noticed first were all of the signs… and there were a lot of them.


    From the signs warning of the dangers of the moving gate.


    To the multiple warning signs about being out of the parking lot before the gate closed.  I decided not to risk it and parked on the street after seeing the warning on the gate.  Just in case…


    Not that I was worried about being there that long, rather I thought it might have a fee and street parking had no meters.


    As long as I am not drinking from an open container and am out before sunset then I am golden.


    Some of the warnings seem like common sense until you realize that common sense is not so common.


    So they are working on the levees in Sacramento because if they fail, the city and county become a lake.  They grow rice here.


    Rules.  Rules.  Rules.  That should just be common sense but we don’t expect people to have it.


    More rules and park information.  Because safety is important and making sure that people are safe ensures that they know the not so common common knowledge.


    The signs are everywhere and this one talks about life preservers and how children don’t float.  Seriously.


    No one wants to hear about the tragedy of drowned babies, so life jackets are supplied at the park.


    It is sad they have to post this and even though they do, people still dump.an incredible amount of stuff and leave behind lots of garbage.


    They don’t even insure that their garbage lands in the cans, there must be someone to pick it up.


    Dogs are supposed to be on a leash so you can clean up their poo.  There are bag stations and bags available.


    But they don’t and it fossilizes in the arid environment here.  There was an owner with dogs on the beach and his dogs had shit in the clean clear river.  You could see it and the reason I know it was fresh is because it was still there.


    I stood in the river.  So clear.  So clean and so cool almost cold.


    Seeing the dog retrieve the stick reminded me so much of Cassidy.   I miss her so much and even though it has been almost 5 months, it seems like yesterday.


    Samsung has this panoramic mode and this picture was taken from where I was standing in the river.  This area is truly amazing and I cannot imagine how beautiful it was before settlers arrived here because quite a few Native American tribes lived in this area.


    It is an amazingly calm section of river here and they call it Paradise Beach.  I can easily see how it could be seen as such.


    Then I let Jose drive home.  It was a good day after all.  We went to the Tupelo Coffee House for something to cure the cotton mouth.   I got iced coffee and a long with the refill costed more then Starbucks.   Although I think it tasted better and the money went to a small business.

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