by OneLoneClone » Fri 07 Oct 2005, 17:20:14
Hi,
I'm a closet "PeakOiler". Nobody wants to hear about it, so I shutup.
I didn't think things were going to get bad until after end of my lifetime (born 1969), but now it is apparent to me that things could get bad a lot sooner. Increasingly it seems like I might have to actually LIVE THROUGH this sh*tstorm.
My grandmother live thru the Depression. I remember her pantry & cellar, and the vast quantity of dried and canned food she always kept on hand. I remember her saving rubber bands, plastic bags. I remember her being furious if I threw something our that could be mended or repaired. She loved to grow food in her garden, and you could taste the love when she cooked.
All of these things that made her seem a little crazy to a child of the Disposable Society (myself). Now I see that they were virtuous survival skills. I wish she were alive so I could ask her for advice on how to get through hard times, mentally and physically. So many skills have been lost in just two generations.
I do not want to be a crazy survivalist.
The survivalist mindset is addictive and compelling, satisfying deep primal urges, but is ultimately unhealthy. Too much financial and emotional investment in the end of the world is bad for you. You end up all crazy and sociopathic like Linda Hamilton's character Sarah "You're all already dead!" Connor in Terminator 2: Electric Boogaloo. The survivalist mindset is bad for you.
I do not want to be a fatalist.
Skate-punk god Duane Peters stupidly believed the Sex Pistols when Johnny Rotten screamed "No Future! No Future for you!"
Duane threw it all away, partied and shot up, became homeless. Later he cleaned up and sang in his own punk band
"while other kids went about their future,
I thought there was none"
- Duane Peters with the US Bombs
Betting on the end of the world seems to be a suckers bet, usually. The sick, sad world keeps spinning faster, getting sicker and sadder just when you thought it couldn't get any worse.
I am an apartment dweller in San Francisco, so most of my plans involve mobility towards greener pastures. So far I've only purchased ruggedized flexible solar panels and fine bourbons, scotches and whiskeys.
Whiskey, Scotch and Bourbon. There is no better bribe for a border guard than quality booze. Think Johnny Walker Black. I traveled through some hairy areas of Eastern Europe in the early nineties (Romania, Bulgaria, Slovakia, Turkey, Hunagry) and NOTHING will get you thru a border faster than a bribe of quality booze and/or cigs.
So I've got booze for the borders and general bribes; lots of solar panels and engineering skills to buy entree into a viable smaller community when urban living becomes difficult.
And if you guys wont let me in I'll just smash the solar panels and drink myself to death while puking on your gates. Kidding. Maybe. Nice to meet you all.