The Year is 1999

The year is 1999. Almost everyone is partying because, well, they've been hearing that this is model for partying since Prince blessed us with 1999 in 1982. The rest of the population is stockpiling goods in their cellars and creating militias for when the Millinnium happens. Well you're one of the "almost everyone'' and you are at this party and it is the coolest party you have ever been to. I mean people are GETTING DOWN and just when think things can't get any cooler this discussion about macroeconomics in the future breaks out. This lesser thinker is like, "What do you think would happen if in 2007 the price of a barrel of oil isn't the current $12, but 5 times that much at $60?" Everyone just starts laughing at this guy, "That is not only impossible," they say "but the answer would be catastrophic to the economy." They of course were wrong. You want to think about something crazy. Oil is trading at $93 a barrel. That is an almost 800% increase to what it was in 1999. What is the economy doing? Just humming right along. You know what that makes me think. This Earth will never run out of oil. The price of oil will just keep rising until is makes sense to use other forms of energy. Then we will just use that energy for 200 years before the media will make a big deal about getting ready to run of that energy. The cycle will just keep reciprocating.

I heard something I've never heard at a concert before. Grace Potter was opening up for Govt Mule and before one of her songs she said, "This song is kind of dirty. All the pornstars have been calling to use it." I thought, "Wow. I've never heard someone say that before." And yep, the song was kinda dirty (For reference, it's called If I Was From Paris). We ended up leaving the Govt Mule show early because I hate The Vogue in Indy and I hated the crowd. See the leader of Govt Mule is Warren Haynes who is in this other little band called The Allman Brothers Band. And because of that association there were about a million 50 year old hippies at the show. And the place is tiny. And I had no personal space. And the smoke was killing my eyes. So we left after an hour.

The Dalai Lama (or as he is referred to in my household, Mr. Lama) was in town last Friday to talk about compassion. I went to be enlightened. Mr. Lama made it clear early into his speech that he had no super powers and that people who thought he did, were dumb. He was really fun though. Just a cute 73 year old man who has spent his entire life preaching peace. Using broken English to talk about nipples. His sometimes translator (Mr. Lama didn't know the English for some words, like nipple, so he just pointed) was also really impressive, and could finish sentences for Mr. Lama when needed. It was a neat experience.

This past weekend was the UPA Ultimate Frisbee Club Championships in Sarasota. Seattle Sockeye came out as champions for their third title in four years. In the semi-final, eventually runner-up Johnny Bravo (Boulder) was playing GOAT (Toronto) and a player went up for a disc in the endzone. The JB guy grabs the disc for the goal and the GOAT guy kind of tackles him trying to get the D. The JB guy stands up and spikes the disc in the GOAT player's chest. WOW. However heinous, it's just another example of American ownage on Canada.

Song Recommendation - On Palastine by JJ Grey & Mofro