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By technician (Mon Aug 19, 2013 at 10:27:21 AM EST) (all tags)
'til threadbare, while she grew thin


Driving in to work this morning. Traffic the last two weeks has picked up to post-summer tidal highs marking the end of summer. It seems crappy that the end of a season is best marked here with a change in traffic and not a change in foliage, but school traffic is a clockwork marker of the Bad Things to Come. We get no end of it until next summer.

It'll stay hot here until December or so, cooling for a time in late November but hitting the high 90s again during the heaviest Christmas shopping. The New World. I always thought it would end up very Blade Runner dystopian, our future, and not desert and drought. Doesn't seem fair, really.

The drive in to work is one of a handful of routes depending on an entirely capricious system: when I approach the main street in my neighborhood, if there are cars approaching both directions, I turn right. If no cars, I go straight. Repeat several times. It's good for OpSec, but bad for any discipline I may have around getting to work on time. This morning, I took a longer surface-street route that avoids all the main highways. This is a faster route in the summer, but once school is in session and all those school zones light up and all those tired moms shuffle their SUVs groggily from point A to point B and back, and once all those school busses stop all traffic every fifteen feet, this route chokes with teeming frenzied late hourly workers.

So I get to the destination riding the trough of a wave of information workers and class 2 clerk typists, just ahead of the wave of CEOs and CIOs and CXOs and CPAs who, lingering in luxuriant Lexus finery, make their way barely aware of a road or other cars or the concept of society as a whole.

I listen to music on my commute in to work, and news on the way out. Normally when I listen to music in my car it is turned up loud enough that, well, it's a bit embarrassing. I'm a 41 year old man, fer chrissakes, but music isn't to be trifled with. It's not for the background. So, yeah, when I roll up to a light and my car is rattling I turn it down. A bit. It's the polite thing to do.

Noticed today while I belted out a Decemberists tune that is seems like no one in Austin sings in their cars. I've never seen it, anyhow. And that's what this town is, really. The Live Music Capital of the World, tightly packed with very serious people doing very serious things, trying very hard to make their costumes fit, needing to be taken seriously despite the standard uniform of golf shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals.

Maybe it's the whole of the first world, but here it seems endemic, this posturing. Everyone is trying so hard to not look like they are trying so very hard to be something slightly unique. You don't want to be completely unique, because that'll get you ostracized, but you don't want to be the 41 year old guy in work-casual clothes grinding away at a listless career with no chance of escapism either. No, you want to be just unique enough to be interesting without it being a) work or b) too interesting.

No one sings in their cars. Is that weird?

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I sing along in the car by infinitera (4.00 / 2) #1 Mon Aug 19, 2013 at 10:42:40 AM EST
Mostly to classic/folk rock (there's a lot of genres where I can't make out the words at all, bit of an ESL issue for me - but not with this one). It's great!

The standard uniform is funny - the same serious people doing serious things while being hip is observable in Kendall Square (Cambridge, MA) too. You just cross the Longfellow bridge from Boston and all of a sudden.. it's all standard uniform hipsters. And students of course, but you can tell them apart very easily.

I'm very glad I don't have to drive, and can just take the train in. Driving with these fuckers is scary.

[…] a professional layabout. Which I aspire to be, but am not yet. — CheeseburgerBrown

How could you not sing in your car? by Phil the Canuck (4.00 / 3) #2 Mon Aug 19, 2013 at 11:42:29 AM EST
It is, I think, critical on the level of steering, braking, and such.  If I were to stop singing I feel it likely that I would veer off the road into a tree.

I sing on my motorcycle by MillMan (4.00 / 1) #3 Mon Aug 19, 2013 at 02:07:35 PM EST
of course the acoustics are pretty weird in my helmet.

"Just as there are no atheists in foxholes, there are no libertarians in financial crises." -Krugman

Not true. by atreides (4.00 / 1) #4 Mon Aug 19, 2013 at 05:50:26 PM EST
I devastate Elliott Smith's Riot Coming in the car. And if I ever find a karaoke place with the Decemberists Legionnaire's Song, I'll devastate that, too.

On a side note, I've been thinking about making my own karaoke tracks because there are all these songs out there that I would love to do but nobody has ever made...

He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.

I only sing in the car by clock (4.00 / 1) #5 Mon Aug 19, 2013 at 09:20:00 PM EST
It's best that way. But I let it out like a motherfucker.


I agree with clock entirely --Kellnerin

tightly packed with very serious people by wiredog (4.00 / 1) #6 Tue Aug 20, 2013 at 07:06:16 AM EST
doing very serious things, trying very hard to make their costumes fit, needing to be taken seriously
Sure you're not in DC?
the standard uniform of golf shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals.
I guess not.

Earth First!
(We can strip mine the rest later.)

what's the DC uniform? by infinitera (2.00 / 0) #7 Tue Aug 20, 2013 at 07:17:05 AM EST

[…] a professional layabout. Which I aspire to be, but am not yet. — CheeseburgerBrown

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Polo shirt, dockers, leather shoes by wiredog (2.00 / 0) #11 Tue Aug 20, 2013 at 10:52:36 AM EST
That's the casual uniform, anyway. More formal ones include jackets and ties.

Unless you're military, then the uniform is either BDU, Class B, or Class A.

Earth First!
(We can strip mine the rest later.)

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Music to make anonimouse sing by anonimouse (4.00 / 1) #8 Tue Aug 20, 2013 at 09:34:39 AM EST
U2: Under a Blood Red Sky
AC/DC: Back in Black
Queen: We Are the Champions and yes, Bohemian Rhapsody
Bon Jovi: Slippery When Wet
Chess: (Musical)
Nickelback
Bryan Adams: Summer of '69

...and for when I have No Sense of Shame
Europe: The Final Countdown
Scorpions: Winds of Change


Girls come and go but a mortgage is for 25 years -- JtL
Oops by anonimouse (4.00 / 1) #9 Tue Aug 20, 2013 at 09:35:10 AM EST
Alice Cooper: Poison


Girls come and go but a mortgage is for 25 years -- JtL
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Some of that is by technician (2.00 / 0) #10 Tue Aug 20, 2013 at 10:23:28 AM EST
music to make me scream. But I don't knock anyone for their music. Except Nickelback.

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