oh, dubai...
i feel that in this instance, invoking the capitol of the united arab emirates which is so dripping with oil money that the glisten of 'black gold' is becoming difficult to separate from the glint of money which is apparent everywhere, on account of all the bling. 'black gold' you might say, 'why that phrase makes me think of the beverley hillbillys...'black gold', i connote that with 'texas t', which as earl scruggs so melodically sang, is 'oil, that is.'
AHH, there's the rub. Oil. And thus, my quandary. Should I buy gas now, or risk the price per gallon rising above the price per gallon of milk, say, tomorrow? Should i skip gasoline all together, and ask for my bicycle birthday present early? Or perhaps i should go cardiovascular and just start walking every where i go. if that is the case, it will definitley take me more than 15 minutes to get to sno biz. if i really have to go the distance, i suppose i could just bum a ride off of my unassuming friends, or maybe take a greyhound. however, i would imagine that greyhound tickets have risen in price substantially as one could probably fund a rise to first-world country status for a small african nation at the cost of petrol-ing one of those behemoths.
Maybe this absurd escalation in gas prices is a clever plan by the a-rist-o-cats to return america to her small town roots. no money for gas, no gas for cars, no cars for travel, and behold, one is constricted to the immediate surrounding area. we will all begin to notice the unique nuances of our hometowns, start shopping locally (but not at wal-mart, as the big big trucks that cart the goods will not be able to travel), soda fountains and sock hops will make a comeback (the cinched waist of the circle skirt IS big this spring.) Perhaps subsistence agriculture will soon replace big business. However, this would not make much sense as a plan of the a-ris-to-cats, who most likely would disdain the provincial life as much as belle of 'beauty and the beast' fame (song- 'there must be more than this provincial life'--dramatic crescendo...).
Perhaps we have reached the ceiling of capitalism, and have begun the backward progression away from any ideas adam smith ever wrote down. Now we must return to lords and serfs so that we can begin the progression of free markets again.
Or maybe, just maybe, i have had too much political economy and have read 'An American Childhood' too many times, and there are simply greedy oil barrons littering the world, hiking the price per barrel and laughing joyfully together at the idea of OPEC as though it were a fairy tale, a myth reflecting a distant past when people could afford to drive their cars. does anyone else hear cackling coming from that new pave' and platinum hotel at 1 rodeo drive #2, dubai?
AHH, there's the rub. Oil. And thus, my quandary. Should I buy gas now, or risk the price per gallon rising above the price per gallon of milk, say, tomorrow? Should i skip gasoline all together, and ask for my bicycle birthday present early? Or perhaps i should go cardiovascular and just start walking every where i go. if that is the case, it will definitley take me more than 15 minutes to get to sno biz. if i really have to go the distance, i suppose i could just bum a ride off of my unassuming friends, or maybe take a greyhound. however, i would imagine that greyhound tickets have risen in price substantially as one could probably fund a rise to first-world country status for a small african nation at the cost of petrol-ing one of those behemoths.
Maybe this absurd escalation in gas prices is a clever plan by the a-rist-o-cats to return america to her small town roots. no money for gas, no gas for cars, no cars for travel, and behold, one is constricted to the immediate surrounding area. we will all begin to notice the unique nuances of our hometowns, start shopping locally (but not at wal-mart, as the big big trucks that cart the goods will not be able to travel), soda fountains and sock hops will make a comeback (the cinched waist of the circle skirt IS big this spring.) Perhaps subsistence agriculture will soon replace big business. However, this would not make much sense as a plan of the a-ris-to-cats, who most likely would disdain the provincial life as much as belle of 'beauty and the beast' fame (song- 'there must be more than this provincial life'--dramatic crescendo...).
Perhaps we have reached the ceiling of capitalism, and have begun the backward progression away from any ideas adam smith ever wrote down. Now we must return to lords and serfs so that we can begin the progression of free markets again.
Or maybe, just maybe, i have had too much political economy and have read 'An American Childhood' too many times, and there are simply greedy oil barrons littering the world, hiking the price per barrel and laughing joyfully together at the idea of OPEC as though it were a fairy tale, a myth reflecting a distant past when people could afford to drive their cars. does anyone else hear cackling coming from that new pave' and platinum hotel at 1 rodeo drive #2, dubai?