The Politics of Dancing

Austin Dispatches
No. 98
June 11, 2007

I sweated profusely in a navy blue blazer as I surveyed the Updikean vista outside a midtown bowling alley while awaiting a cab.1

Only an hour before, I entered a nearby dealership, prepared to buy a new car. I wore the blazer because it has ample pockets to stash checkbooks for the down payment.

This guy I know has contacts in the auto business. For a small fee, I hired him to make some calls and negotiate a discount on the asking price of the car I chose.
All parties confirmed the deal by phone on the morning of June 1. The next morning, I walked in with a briefcase full of paperwork and asked for the finance manager. We met briefly. Then he disappeared into an office.

I expected the staff to welsh on the deal. Alternately, I expected the staff to try and slip in a higher cost. I wondered if I could muster the necessary outrage in spite of really needing a car ("This isn't the deal we agreed to. Give me a call when you’re ready to do it my way.").

Instead, the finance manager emerged from the office ashen faced.

"There's some bad news," he said. One of the salesmen sold the same car on Friday afternoon.
I wasn't sure what to say, although I anticipated this possibility. So I said nothing. The silence unnerved the staff as they contemplated losing a sale. They apologized and arranged to have the same make and model, a black sedan similar to what I drove for seven years, shipped in by next week, at the same pre-negotiated price.2
I still felt like I had the upper hand most of the time during the transaction. The salesman even remarked on how prepared I was, which many customers aren't. What the staff didn't know, as I sauntered out of the showroom, winking at the receptionist, was that I didn't have my old car anymore.3 
I sold it the previous afternoon to the guy in the next cubicle at Neutron. In fact, we slipped out of work to his credit union in Round Rock, where I signed over the title in exchange for a four-figure check in excess of book value, or what the dealership would've offered, for that matter.
No one at work said anything about us leaving. Certainly not our new supervisor, a corporate weasel type, expanding his turf within the office straight out of the Korda playbook, who was abroad stuffing raw fish into his gullet.4

Anyway, that's how I wound up outside the bowling alley. Bus service is scare on the weekends. Fortunately, my co-worker chauffeured me to and from work until my new car arrived.

Otherwise, I was stuck at home, unable to patronize The Copa for one last weekend. Of course, I might not have been able to go anywhere downtown that particular weekend, because it was host to throngs of bikers and homosexuals.5  Even the Statesman questioned the wisdom and desirability of the quantity and quality of the crowds.6  However, I learned of no altercations between them. Perhaps they traded tips about leatherwear.7

This month the City started charging for parking at City Hall, probably to help cover the $596 million City budget.8  Most of my dancing happens within a few blocks of the Hall, and parking on surface streets after hours is nearly impossible in the Warehouse and Second Street districts.9

I’m downhearted about it. Local government is curtailing my interaction with one of my local networks. I think my salsa dancing improved over the Memorial Day weekend. I think the social aspects improved, too. For example, a Mexican artist and I kept arching our eyebrows at each other so archly we had to get FAA permission for height clearance.

Simultaneously, though, I don't feel like giving the City more money, particularly to park in a garage with frequent water puddles from leaky pipes and skewed stair steps. At $57 million, you'd think the City could've done slightly better than good enough for government work.

Back to the car: After saving at least $4,000, I don’t know if can ever go back to paying retail. Instead, I mulled my indecision between racking up the first 600 miles as fast as possible to get it past the break-in period, or staying close to home until I obtain the license plates and glove box proofs of title and insurance.

Eventually, I glided down Highway 71 to Bastrop, celebrating its 175th anniversary.10  Coincidentally, the Statesman reported an attack of killer bees in the area.11 I didn’t encounter any John Belushi look-alikes sporting antennae and sombreros and speaking in bad Mexican accents.12  Rather, I encountered the denizens of Bastrop boogieing down on Main Street to ‘70s funk tunes, in sight of the county Republican Party headquarters.

The car isn’t the only arduous major purchase lately. I bought another bookshelf. That was too easy. Afterward, the landlord notified me about resealing and restriping the complex parking lots. I had to reschedule delivery of my purchase; then, the weather further delayed matters.13

I can't live like this. I've got to get a house. Some place where I'm not dodging sprinklers to and from my car, and where I'm not awakened by the clattering of dog toenails upstairs.14

Rx for Liberty

I attended U.S. Rep. Ron Paul’s fundraiser at the Texas State History Museum on May 19. I introduced several friends to each other, including those still in what’s left of the post-Portland Libertarian Party. I hadn’t seen them since I fired the LP as my political agent, so I was pleasantly surprised the interaction was so cordial.

It might be because I never denounced them. Or it might be because they’re experiencing how the results of the Portland convention have been such a disaster, with mass relapses into detrimental thought and action, and spiraling institutional debilitation, just like I predicted. 
Last month, Pat Dixon lost his re-election bid for Lago Vista City Council because the rest of the Council united against him; his attempts to work with them lost him enough supporters from two years ago.15  Shades of Gerald Ford.

Simultaneously, Gary Johnson ran for a seat on the Austin Independent School District trustee board. He called for more accountability from teachers. Who does he think he is? That kind of radical stance has no place in the contemporary LP. Doesn’t anyone read the platform? That’s not what it’s about these days. It’s a responsible party, so it stands for – uh, I don’t know exactly what it stands for these days, but it definitely doesn’t stand for challenging the government’s dominance in education. 

Regardless, I never heard if Johnson had a campaign strategy to counteract the educrats, a numerous, powerful, motivated bloc in local politics.16 

Meanwhile, Paul’s fundraiser brought out a broad cross-section of enthusiastic people, and did so by articulating an often radical message while being himself: an older conservative white-collar professional.

(One local gadfly on public access television could scarcely muster sufficient enthusiasm for the candidate, but he was a predictable exception. Maybe he was distracted by his bad comb over.)

In other words, Paul’s a walking repudiation of the Libertarian Reform Caucus and the Libertarian Grassroots Caucus. The latter actually advocates making the party more “irreverent” and “free-spirited” to “connect with young people.”17  In practice, it would mean a slapstick attempt to imitate the shifting details of youth style. It’s the substance – a message to the younger generations that they’re the heirs to a better world rooted in the past – not a pandering, transient style – that’ll attract them.

Paul is not only better than the rest of the main Republican presidential contenders, he’s better than the Libertarian candidates, a worthless bunch of appeasers, pinkos and creeps – sometimes all at once. That may explain why I saw some high-level LP officers at the fundraiser. But that’s another issue.18

The enthusiastic crowd carried over to the post-fundraiser meetup for local Ron Paul volunteers a week later, paradoxically held in the Unitarian Church on Grover Street. As I expected, the meeting drew a broad cross-section of supporters, only about 10 percent of them Republicans.
To my surprise, however, Rock Howard also showed up. He's about as simpatico with the Paulist gestalt as the Unitarian Church. Perhaps even less, since the Unitarians have been more forthrightly opposed to the war in Iraq.19 Anyway, I wordlessly, coldly dismissed him with a nod of acknowledgment. Since I fired the LP I don't have to make nice with him anymore.
After a round of introductions from the audience, with lots of fire-breathing rhetoric, one of the organizers told it that it needed to "build a political machine" to restore the constitutional republic. Gee, that sounds familiar. Soon, the organizers were outlining an organizational structure and attendant tasks that reminded me of the 2002 strategy document I wrote for the TCLP.20 No wonder Howard didn't stick around.  He would’ve fucked things up anyway.21

Other Excursions

Mar. 24: Little Richard performed at the UT campus.22  Local critic Andy Langer accurately described it as a “train wreck.”23  The event was free but I felt like I overpaid. Little Richard, on his retirement tour, appeared onstage in gold lame and hobbling on crutches. Then he complained about the piano being out of tune. Doubtless, UT would screw up on something like that, but that’s why bands conduct sound checks, Richard. He spent a lot of time between songs, all of which you’ve heard before, in what can charitably be described as a stream-of-consciousness Vegas patter. No wonder rock ‘n’ roll is dead.

May 1: Toots and the Maytals performed at La Zona Rosa. I thought thunderstorms would be the biggest obstacle. Instead, Mexicans were the biggest obstacle. They held an immigration rally at City Hall, where I couldn’t park anyway, and stalled evening rush-hour traffic downtown. The rain turned them into literal wetbacks.24  Eventually, I parked my car and hopscotched across mud puddles to the ticket window. “Fifty-four forty-six is my number,” I said.25 

It was my first reggae show, and possibly my last. I didn’t care for the marijuana smoke that wafted in my direction. The crowd reminded me of why I didn’t develop an appreciation of reggae until some decades after I first heard it, because its devotees – all white, incidentally – were so annoyingly insistent one had to be stoned to properly appreciate the music.

For example, I once asked a Nevada Appeal colleague, “Rastafarians claim ganja’s the healing force of the universe, right? So how come Bob Marley still dropped dead of cancer?”

“Well, you’re not supposed to smoke the equivalent of a New York Times press run,” he said.

May 10:  I encountered the Neales before the Harry Connick Jr. show at the UT Performing Arts Center. You probably remember Connick from a few years back in “Copycat.” He played a serial killer who tortured his victims by singing off key.26 

I spotted them in the lobby. I stood completely still and they didn’t even notice me from two feet away for a good 15 minutes. Then they finally noticed me and we conducted a strained conversation, mostly because Geoff kept inserting his foot in his mouth about twice a minute. I responded with quizzical expressions, instead of sarcastic comments. Fortunately for him, the conversation only lasted about three minutes. I began to wonder whether they’d even bothered to read my final, dismissive e-mail to the TCLP’s online forum.27 

Oh, and the show was pretty good.

May 11: I attended the George Clinton and Parliament-Funkadelic concert at Stubb’s.  You think Clinton ever has a bad hair day? If so, what would it look like?28

Austin Death Watch

The annual SXSW conferences came and went, thank God.29  Afterward, various unaffiliated media began reporting that the SXSW organizers sicced the cops on various businesses, such as Factory People, that were holding parties during the same period without permits.30  Horrors! In response, Louis Black first nattered on about “Grindhouse.”31

On April 12, I visited the depressingly shabby McCallum High School – no paper towels, soap, hot water or mirrors in the bathroom – out of civic obligation. The Texas Transportation Department held an open house to tout its plans to expand and alter portions of MoPac Expressway from Parmer Lane to the Colorado River, mostly lanes for high-occupancy vehicles of the sort I violated with impunity in Phoenix.32 

I spoke to a reporter from West Austin News. I said that while the TxDOT officials probably meant well, they were stuck in a corporatist-managerial framework that thinks highway projects can be centrally planned. When the project is finally done, behind schedule and over budget, it won’t solve the problem or make anybody happy, and the work will still look slapped together. Regular readers – of Austin Dispatches, that is – probably aren’t surprised. However, I probably threw the reporter for a loop.33

Speaking of reporters, the Chronicle’s Michael King has, in recent issues, denounced property rights and locally controlled, decentralized school systems.34  Somebody should tell Austin’s ruling elite that it’ll never achieve world-class status for the city with mouthpieces who sound like 1930s corporatist types.35

In good news, environmental activist group Save Our Springs Alliance (read: crypto-fascist pests) filed for bankruptcy. Maybe it should’ve conserved its green better.36

The U.S. Justice Department is investigating the Austin Police Department because of the number of nonwhites who die at the hands of police officers.  Local citizens, not an agency of the central government, ought to be the ones putting the choke hold on the APD’s practices.37

The City approved a $750,000 loan to Las Manitas restaurant to move so Marriott can build a City-subsidized hotel in the same location. By City logic, this is fair – to everyone except the taxpayers.38

Cultural Canapés

A new, expanded CD-ROM collection of Mad magazine has been released.39  This collection includes every issue through 2005 and is viewable in PDF format on any platform that’s potrzebie-compatible.40  The collection supersedes a previous, out-of-print version from the late '90s.41 

I recently realized that many of the candies, particularly chocolate bars, Steve Almond rhapsodizes about are available at Central Market near the express checkout line. These candies have smaller distribution because they're made by smaller companies, often regional, or older product lines that I'd only read about.42

e98fig1 I happened to see a Bank of America TV ad using footage from the original “Rocky.” The sound was off, but I could guess the message: “Do business with Bank of America, and your money’ll be pummeled like a half-wit boxer.”43 

Among more recent movies, “Zodiac” was good, if you can stomach random brutal killings and maimings. In retrospect, the most criminal thing in the movie is Jake Gyllenhaal’s performance. Everyone else, including the extras, are dressed in proper period attire, but Gyllenhaal’s character sports the same 21st Century outdoors wear during a 25-year period from the late ‘60s to the early ‘90s.44  And his manner, while investigating the serial killer’s identity, is better suited to an episode of “Scooby-Doo.”

The protagonist of "Everything's Gone Green" begins by working as a tech writer. Tellingly, he doesn't stay in that job for long. Then again, neither did the last fictional tech writer I saw.  I guess a depiction of someone working at a computer and attending project review meetings isn't cinematic enough. Instead, he quickly moves into the depresso-comic Canadian themescape mapped out by screenwriter Douglas Coupland.45  More interestingly, the central character copies the mannerisms of Dennis “Mr. Fusion” Lucey.46

The wire services reported a New York restaurant is charging $1,000 for a pizza.47  Piqued, I bought the listed ingredients – mainly salmon, lobster, caviar and crème fraiche (sour cream with pretensions) – in local gourmet supermarkets for about $60. It was pretty good, and I didn’t have to make reservations, watch my table manners, figure out the latest extortionate tip to some faggy waiter, or get stuck with the markup the restaurant’s passing along to cover Mob shakedowns and government regulations.48  Who needs ya, New York?

Chicagoan David Mamet directed Ford commercials written by somebody else imitating his style mildly.49  A truly Mametian dialog would obscenely, profanely malign the product and the people who designed and built it, with the sort of words that cost Don Imus his job.50  Meanwhile, the Ransom Center has acquired Mamet’s archives.51 

In the wake of the Virginia Tech massacre by psychotic Korean Seung-Hui Cho, besides the obvious lessons of a) don’t let foreigners into the country so they can inflict their pathologies on the rest of us; and b) get them before they get you, preferably at an easy distance with quality firearms, the big question is who will be the first to turn his oeuvre into intentionally “transgressive” productions?52  After all, “Reservoir Dogs” has been turned into a stage play.53  Lives there no thespian eager to wrap his or her lips around lines like, “Eat this, you giant tree trunk piece of ass”?54  Besides, this is the sort of thing Dan Ackroyd used to do on “Saturday Night Live” as the critic Leonard Pinth-Garnell, connoisseur of bad art.55

Media Indigest

The March GQ contains a guide to Austin. I’m pleasantly surprised, because often there’s a gap between the quotidian and the media world, or the world depicted in the media, which Austin Dispatches uniquely bridges.56

Black weekly newspaper African-American reports the emergence of a new illegal drug. “Cheese” or “starter heroin” is a combination of heroin and acetaminophen and diphenhydramine from over-the-counter cold medicine.57  I realized it’s been a while since there’s been a new illegal drug to fret about, not to mention use as the basis for straight-to-cable crime dramas.58 

Neighborhood News

If the neighborhood has a defining motif these days, it’s a large dirt pile. “Improvements” have already begun on the MoPac underpass between Duval and Waters Park roads. This means the underpass is blocked off, severely inconveniencing me if I have to travel south.

Community Impact Newspaper has been launched to cover Northwest Austin. The southwestern boundary of its coverage area includes my neighborhood.59  For its part, the paper has since reported on the groundbreaking of Austin Commons, a new mixed-use office-retail center at Burnet Road and Kramer Lane, and the leasing of office space at the new North Austin Medical Park, near MoPac and Duval.60

All this ties in with the talk of turning the area into the “new downtown.” I feel so honored. I can’t wait for unaffordable chain stores and housing, a dearth of parking, and delayed travel times caused by drunken nincompoops.61 

Ownership of Braker Center has changed hands.62  Gabbi’s Burgers n Dogs has succeeded The Blue Cupcake in Suite J of the Gracy Farms Center.

On March 23, KFMK-FM reported an auto wreck at Metric Boulevard and Braker Lane. On May 3, KUT-FM reported another collision at the same intersection.

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