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"Chained to the Rhythm" Hits Home

This new song by Katy Perry is FIRE! I'm digging the smooth dance hall groove and the danceable melody. It's already stuck in my head.

But the lyrics are really quite powerful, matched with a killer video that really drives the message home. I think both can easily match our emotions regarding our current state of affairs. And if you're an adult in America, at least one of the messages is heavy on your mind these days.

The video starts with Katy walking into a Utopian theme park with a crowd of oblivious citizens. Horrible, inhumane things are happening all around them, but the crowd remains unconcerned.

Katy boards a roller coaster with seats marked "male" and "female". Two people of the same sex can't sit together. They're scored at the end of the ride: the male gets 9500 points, the woman only gets 17 (gender inequality).

She passes a catapult that literally sends families home by hurling them over a wall (sound familiar?).

Not so subtle messages about the housing market, conservatism, immigration and how we're glued to our technology. (I love how the crowd enters the park, too busy taking selfies to enjoy themselves.) You'll even catch some references to nuclear war and the Flint water crisis (look for the people drinking the blue fire water).

But check the lyrics:

Chained to the Rhythm
Are we crazy?
Living our lives through a lens
Trapped in our white picket fence
Like ornaments
So comfortable, we're living in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble
So put your rose-colored glasses on
And party on
Turn it up, it's your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we're free
Drink, this one is on me
We're all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm to the rhythm


Okay, so maybe I've listened a few too many times. But the lyrics hit a nerve (or seven or twenty) on a more personal level for me. If I'm listening but not watching the video, it feels like Katy's lecturing me about my life. All aspects therein.

Pretending everything is okay. My work. My friendships. My health. My world. Day by day, I pretend everything is okay.

Well, everything is definitely NOT okay. Keeping my opinions and frustrations about outrages shown to me and others every day, pretending to only see the topical and ignoring the strong current below, pretending everything is just perfect.

Katy's right. I'm stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

DS9: The "Tito Jackson" of Star Trek

So there are five original Star Trek TV series. There's the original, The Next Generation, Voyager, Deep Space Nine and Enterprise. 

Each series addresses a specific element of creator Gene Roddenberry's vision. One deals solely with social issues, another is about calculating risks. But they all have an important part to play in the world of Trek.

Well, most of them. 

The Next Generation and Voyager are obviously the "Michael" and "Jermaine" of the series respectively. TNG shines much brighter than the other with a captain who is the epitome of a great leader and a strong subset of important characters. Voyager's sparkle is a bit less bright, but is still a great second because of the story's innovative fiasco resolutions. Plus, the late addition of the Seven of Nine character gave the series a much-needed reboot that sparked a whole new generation of fandom.

Enterprise is the "Marlon". You kinda remember it. Nothing interesting. Pretty to look at. But it just kind of fades into the background to hold up the stage props. Coulda stayed home.

And then there's Deep Space Nine. Crappy, nonsensical Deep Space Nine. The "Tito" of the group. For lots of reasons.

A. The series' tone is completely off-key. It's the written version of that one guy at the karaoke bar who thinks he's amazing but actually sounds like a werewolf on crack. 

B. It's cast of characters are boring. I don't even remember what they look like, really.

C. Captain Sisko confuses violence with relevance.

D. They don't even leave the damn space station! 

It's like someone said "we need a new Star Trek series, but we have no budget, no creativity and no message...hey, lets call this crap 'Deep Space Nine'.  

Sigh. I can't even.



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Glad I'm Not the Only One

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Tiny House World and Gozilla Fest

So I don't know if this is a worldwide phenomenon or if it's just the new stateside obsession, but we are suddenly in love with the "tiny house" movement. 

Click here for the full ep.

The US has 4 series that I can think of that are dedicated to the tiny house trend.  There's Tiny House Nation, Tiny House World, Tiny House something-something and that other one with the one lady who talks too much.

I'm so obsessed with these properties. They're beautiful and completely modern, and perfect for one or two people. You can pretty much place the plot anywhere, so scenery is your choice. No mortgage, home equity up the wazoo, and low, low home expenses.

I'm watching Tiny House World. This Australian couple...they're looking at this beautiful new 600 sq ft tiny house...which is WAY bigger than the 250 sq ft US versions...it has these floor-to-ceiling windows and tons of tech conveniences...and they're complaining about the lack of room. They're practically whining about the size.

And the wife. Oh. My. God. Like nails on a chalkboard. Right now, she's going off about how the house is $30,000 and they only wanted to spend $10,000. Granted, I can only understand every 3rd word they're saying, but I know "whiny" when I hear it.

TEN GRAND!? Over here, lawn mowers cost ten grand! Ten grand is a down payment on a new car. I know that Australian and US economics & finances and stuff are different, but for us $30k for a tiny house is insanely cheap. And again, "tiny house" for us is basically a doll house. Nothing near the scale of what I'm seeing on this show.

I've binge watched 4 episodes thus far and have been seriously considering taking my moolah and investing in one of these cribs. 

So I am trying to watch this show and meanwhile my house looks like the reenactment of the ending to every Godzilla movie ever filmed.

I could really, really see myself living in that kind of solitude.  

Peace and quiet and solitude and a view. 

Oh, and wifi.

And no spiders.

Seriously. If I see a spider in my shiny new tiny house, it's getting torched.

"Here Comes the Fat Chick"

That's the look I get when entering the gate area at any given airport.

Ugh. The eyerolls. The looks of disdain.

There should be a giant red sticky note on my airline ticket: "TWF"

Traveling While Fat. 

Cue the horror movie music.

I'll venture anywhere for a quick swim in a blue ocean, but I can't get there without experiencing some form of prejudice based on my size. And so my vacation quests are typically stunted by the thought of people judging the way I look in a bathing suit.

Or in an airplane seat.

Or in baggage claim.

It's why I mentally check off where all the seat pockets are in relation to what I'll be using in-flight, like my Kindle Fire and water bottle. Whatever it takes to avoid disturbing my neighbor further. 

It's also the reason I use the airport restrooms several times before a flight, even if I don't have to go. And if I get the urge during the flight, I hold it...no matter how long the duration.

And so Spirit Airlines is probably the best bet for those of us who are larger in size. Sure, the flight attendants sleep for the entire flight, and the term "customer service" gets the same treatment as the term "terrorism", but the giant seats in the front row are sure to accommodate anyone my size. 

Today, I watched two flight attendants play Russian roulette with the emotions of a large man who sat next to me. I'm still not clear on why he didn't "fit"in the seat...he looked fine to me...but sometimes the seatbelts are less than generous. Whatever the reason, the attendants loudly proclaimed that he would have to sit in two seats in a row further back. This misplaced the two original seat holders, and their grumbles and shuffling to their new seats caused even more commotion and attention. 

And if you wear any size below a woman's size 18, you have no idea what I'm talking about and can't relate.

And that's okay. Because I wouldn't wish this experience on anyone.

Except maybe my ex. But he deserves it.

What I Bought
Spare yourself a bit of humiliation: Airline Seatbelt Extenders

N'awlins Decadence

Brought back a tray of day-old croissants,
milk and other random snacks from the
corner shop for the homeless man who
sleeps across the street, but he never returned. :(

I haven't shared much with the masses ("masses" lol...right) lately. I recently experienced a pretty heavy life event that hit me like a ton of bricks. I haven't discussed it with anyone, but the reminder of that event is burdensome and is with me every day - physically and in mind. But it also serves as evidence that what happens to us is the direct result of our own actions. Our own imperfections create our own tsumi 罪.

Enough of that.

So, randomly, I'm in New Orleans. This city is alive. Like that part where Neo realizes he has cool powers and the walls shift. Or something. I'm not a Matrix fan. Its preachy bible-thumping cloaked as an apocalyptic scifi.   Which makes it as cheesy as Star Wars.

This city feels like...

Decadence.

So I've always been fascinated with the disco/Studio 54 era. I immediately head to the non fiction>history>culture section in bookstores and study the photos in retrospection books.

Those people did things we would never dream of doing today...having random, unprotected hook-ups without fear of disease or guilt or skankiness. Doing drugs openly. Hard stuff. Even audaciously. The people in the photos seem so carefree and absolved of worry. Their expressions say, "I'm a superhero...nothing can touch me as long as I'm in this space."

These people were regular people. People with bills and families and drama just like the rest of us. But they walked into a club and suddenly became fearless? 

That isn't logical.

I finally realized that the mood captured in these amazing stories and pictures were not swayambhu. The sense of invincibility and awesomesauciness was a byproduct of living in that exact moment. Letting that surreal environment - with the rhythmic beats and the glittery shadows and the pomp and la fantaisie - overwhelm their want for normalcy.

They were swallowed by the decadence.

And so that is the best way I can describe New Orleans. It's decadent.

The aforementioned ominous street.

I walked the French Quarter last night. Not that huge of a feat. It's maybe 20 blocks total? But when I stopped in the middle of a dark street that leads to the hustle and bustle of Bourbon Street, I closed my eyes and let the city take me. New Orleans - with it's rich, dark history and eclectic people and gauche - it's provocative. And like those people who use to pose their way into Studio 54, in this city, I don't think about my bills or my worries or responsibilities. Or my recent traumatic bout. I only feel an overwhelming sense of abandon and decadence.

The city has me.

And then I realized I'm still on Detroit time which is one hour later and I cabbed my old ass back to the hotel.

Also, I lost 6 lbs. in the last month, and I gained it all back this weekend eating pralines and poutine and crawfish.

What I Bought
The Last Party - a collection of photos and mayhem from the Studio 54 nights
Spirit Airlines - my choice for cheap Detroit>Nola flights
Cafe Beignet - best beignets in the FQ (and recommended over Cafe Du Monde by locals)