Polled & Mouldy Oldy

I was polled on the telephone recently. I could tell it was for the Liberal party, they wanted to know how badly we thought Stevie Harper and the NeoC Gang were doing. And if people thought the Big Red L's had a leg to stand on and if they did, just how shaky it looked when viewed 100 metres away from the podium. They also wanted to know what kind of favourable light the Orange Opposition was seen in.

So I gave them all my opinions. If an election was held tomorrow, I said I would vote Green. They have a snowball's chance in the global warming hell of winning, but that is not the point. It's like oatmeal : it's the right thing to do, in the circumstances. Oatmeal is always better than Wonder Bread, even if your personal choice is organic quinoa.

Maybe I'm getting old & mouldy. Recently, I've been suffering for a strange nostalgia for the 90's. Memories of listening to my Walkman and reading cyberpunk novels on the SkyTrain in Vancouver. Sometimes I hear a certain song and fall into a trance. Hell, I'm nostalgic for a pair of baggy pants, a t-shirt, a flannel shirt or a good hoodie, and a pair of Doc Martens or skate sneakers.

Tonight I saw a woman walk down the street in the cold, November night wearing skintight low rider jeans, thin fashion boots with tiny little tottery heels, low cut shirt, and the only acknowledgement of the cold being a padded vest with a big fuzzy "Eskimo" hood that obscured all peripheral vision. I shivered when I imagined being out there in that. Cold, uncomfortable, unsafe. And by unsafe, I mean unable to run if they need arose (imagine being run over by a garbage truck because your boots were useless for the purpose they were meant for?) But who cares about being uncomfortable when you're in style, always in style. What's in style? Why, what you're told is in style by the experts. Something you would have laughed at a couple years before is now filling your closet. In a couple years, that will be chucked out and something else brought in. Ending is better than mending, so said "Brave New World". (Next on must see TV : Centrifugal Bumblepuppy Championships). Be a good citizen, buy more crap!

Anyway, at least there was some comfort in the styles when I was in high school. Nevermind you could sure hide a lot of stuff in a big hoodie or army jacket. Tight clothes are absolutely useless if you want to keep any secrets. I really dread a 90's revival similiar to this 80's revival. They'll probably take all the rubbish and leave the good stuff behind. Besides, Doc Martens is moving operations to China and I now have no vegan patience for leather shoes.

Well, it's almost 1 a.m. now and I'm getting sleepy to the sounds of Jimmy Cliff and frankfrank. And tomorrow is another day to plow through...