I leave my brain and street cloths in the dry and carry around a bag of tools fixing broken stuff.
I have a clear view of future of my job completely unsustainable non renewable resource based, carbon emitting, SO2 NOX, leaching, chemicals, and human costs.
I do this knowing its nuts, but I do this because it is what I do.
I am a mass consumer too.
I am part of the problem, got that petro chemical monkey on my back, I just bought stuff in Ebay and Amazon even though I do not agree with the platforms.
I am KEENLY aware that if you turn off the gas taps and electricity this all goes to hell fast.
As much as I like to think I am pretty handy I am not going to kid myself and say I can survive in a post technological society any better than an office worker.
Once there are not machines to fix…
Funny how Youtube spits up stuff from the past.
This started to play in the mix after Alexi Sayle and Franky Sidebottom ( comedians with social commentary from the UK in the 80s )
Sometimes I think the savant machines we build to sift our data and amuse us are quietly telling us something about our way of life.
Laurie Anderson - O Superman
Excerpt from song
Well, you don’t know me,
But I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
As you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
Hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
Of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
Completion of their appointed rounds.
'Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justice is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.