Whenever I have an occasion to walk free of the luxurious confines of our HowdyLand broadcasting facility, I am struck by the fact that at some point in recent years the future arrived, and I am truly humbled.
The architecture of these modern times vigorously reflects the collective vision of bold, uncompromising men and women, who, while working under the crushing demands of this great, though feverish engine that is the American economy, bravely deny posterity that they may construct vast tracts of commercial properties and housing upon formerly coarse and useless farmland, edifices destined to blaze brightly though ever so briefly with glorious utilitarian purpose before crumbling with beautifully efficient and dignified elegance. My preceding sentence pales in comparison to all that stuff made out of laminates and glue.
At every turn I am stunned by the marvelous ongoing experiment with American transportation. We now have a plenitude of cars and trucks of such variety I cannot describe. One hell of a lot of cars and trucks. Indeed, we are so blessed with such widely varied objects of vehicular conveyance that the quaint notion of redeveloping our languishing rail system will surely and finally end as the lowly tax dodge it was always meant to be.
When I was a much younger and poorer man, the opportunity to enjoy fine art, theater and literature was beyond my reach. But today, here in the twittering flicker of the quickening future, we have sophisticated audiences, perched breathlessly in anticipation of great parables about cake bosses, Kardashians, even men who dare to drive trucks across treacherous expanses of arctic ice. All these remarkable things conspire to make my mere typing seem small and stingy.
Upon returning to the isolation of my little sound-proof booth, I can only feel uplifted and ever so slightly giddy as I dare to ponder dazzling things to follow when this current future yields to greater triumphs to come from yet undiscovered heroes–heroes who appear to be merely jacking around with cheap labor and untaxed money, but are in fact working tirelessly to prepare us all for what comes next, when all is once again pushed aside to make room for something to render the world completely perfect and useless before moving on once again.
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This series of daily news broadcasts is intended to provide listeners with hard facts about the hard times in which we live. --Stanley
Stan has pecked an utopia-like perfect and useless four cylinder special: suburbia, fuelish transit, media and politicians. What’s not to love? One tries to recall the lesson of the Chevy Vega but instead we drift away, yearning, reaching for the golden bidet of the now.
There will be great discussion by the many heroes on how to recycle the crumbling utilitarian tracts. Garden communes idea seems to come up a lot, as long as it’s not too far to walk.
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