( whiny health stuff (i.e. complaining about not feeling
as hale as I wish) )
Anyhow, assorted randomness that's been dripping out of my brain:
Gas prices have, unsurprisingly, gotten scary. I'm looking at
nearly seven dollars to attend band rehearsal for either group (more
when HCB rehearsal is in Gaithersburg). Given my income, that adds
up. But since all of my income that isn't utility-bill bailouts from
Mom comes from performing, and I do need to rehearse (and a group
needs to rehearse as a group), it's not like I can just casually
say, "Oh, I can't afford to go to rehearsals." OTOH, it means
that it doesn't take many weeks of rehearsals between gigs to
cancel out a good chunk of the money I get from playing a gig.
I need guitar students. Ideally, ones who come to my house
for their lessons. And I need to win the lottery so I can buy a
car that gets 50+ miles per gallon. (I'd thought about carrying
a guitar on a motorcycle before, but I'm pretty sure that won't
be practical with a double bass.) Of course, since I don't play
the lottery ...
I was reading
wicked_wish's
socioeconomic analysis of the folks who stayed in New Orleans,
and the comments thereto, and realized that on purely economic
gounds, I would have been one of the people who couldn't
afford to evacuate. Without financial support from
my mother, I wouldn't have a car, and in any case I wouldn't
have the resources to stay anywhere else or to really prepare
for evacuation. But what I do have is a lot of friends
who are better off, and a non-geographically-based community of
friendly acquaintences and helpful strangers who would help.
So with a car and a tank of gas, I could get out of town and
find a couch to crash on in some other city, where I'd quickly
start feeling guilty for imposing, but I'd be alive. Without
the car, things would be a lot less certain, but there'd still
be a chance that a local friend with a car could squeeze me in
(though I'd have to leave a lot more behind). If my only
community were my traditional local community -- my
neighbours -- if I didn't have kin able to lend support from
a distance, if all of my friends were in the same economic
class as myself, then I'd be as thoroughly screwed in the face
of a huge disaster aimed at my city as the poor people stuck
in New Orleans.
What does this say about me? It says that despite all the
things I have to legitimately complain about (and, of course,
the things I merely whine about), in very important respects I
am extremely lucky.
Can Pastafarians
who are computer programmers use their religion as an excuse
to write "spaghetti code"? I hope not ...