(second block, fourth letter of the prisoners' quadratic tap code...)

...am here to tap through the walls.

Mon Sep, 11 2006

Half-Assed "Real"

Dale Franks:

"In the real world (a phrase Billy despises, by the way), our choices are limited. Our form of government is a democratic one. Unless we're ready the grab guns, march on Washington, and throw the bums out, then the choices we have are the choices presented at the ballot box."
That is simply not true.

These days, one longs for a more powerful way of stating that fact, which is a horrible travesty because the simple fact of pointing out something that is not true ought to be enough to reach any serious person. It's not anymore, though. And there is no better way to put the thing. You tell me how to solve that.

What Franks said simply is not true. But you're not going to see him take up the simply obvious, principally integrated, and proven tack of mass civil disobedience.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is why I utterly despise the words "real world" when they issue over the name of someone who writes the things that Franks does. I could venture conjecture on why, but it doesn't matter: the fact is that what he calls "the real world" is actually a very arbitrarily stunted concept. He doesn't want to talk about it, so it's not "real".

He invests precious snark in, among other things, wondering what I actually do to make things better. Well, for one thing, I urge everyone within eye-shot to begin thinking clearly about these matters, and distill actual concepts.

He didn't ask -- and he won't, because he knows this -- but what I will not do is indulge in any way a poll of mass opinion on the matter of individuals' rights, which is the nuts & bolts, rubber-on-the-road practical implication of every single election. None of his (or Bruce's or certainly not Henke's or anyone else's) rationales for this sort of thing make any difference to the fact that to open the question of rights -- in any detail, to any degree -- to a vote is to give them away. Get this through your heads: the matter is closed, no matter how many people get together and believe otherwise. Nobody has any right whatever to vote on anyone else's rights. Ever. Under any circumstances.

He offers me his rifle, once if only I would lead the way. I am not interested. First and foremost: I am not interested in violent overthrow of this or any (American -- ed.) government. I've said it until I am blue in the face, but people like this keep on simply ignoring the facts, preferring to make them up as they go. I only point out that, for people ostensibly interested in "the real world", they are remarkably insistent on attempting to change aspects of it from what it really is to what becomes convenient to their polemic headthrobs.

Since he brought it up, however: I wouldn't have that man in my foxhole on a bet. He rejects the very idea of principles as effective guide to action, and there is never any telling what someone like that is going to do next.


Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.

Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.

In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}