April 21, 2010

Seaholm Power Plant

Occasionally, even right here in River City, you will meet people so stupid they make you want to tear your hair out. Why? Because you’re at least smart enough to know that if you choked them to death, you would probably end up in prison … a place with more people in need of Darwinistic mercy killing than you could possibly handle. As desperate as mankind may seem for a well-reasoned, efficient thinning of the herd, it’s insane to actually take on the task yourself. On a human scale, natural selection is a glacial process – much like dealing with the U.S. Postal Service. You can’t just expect all the stupid people to become instantly extinct like the dodo bird. Sure, you could maybe accelerate the process by luring them all into a stadium for a tea party rally and then clubbing them to death like baby seals, but inevitably a few would escape, breed like rabbits, and spawn a whole new duh generation. Besides, genocide is always messier than it seems, no matter how well planned or intentioned. More importantly, brute force is always outright admission of the failure of intelligence. You’re better off going hairless if that’s what it takes to stay Zen. Maybe that’s why Buddhist monks are bald … they’ve already torn their hair out. Dealing with people of obvious intellectual inferiority can be so exasperating, can’t it? How can you even have an intelligent conversation with someone who doesn’t regularly read The New York Times, listen to the Decemberists, and watch The Daily Show and Stephen Colbert? Someone who forsakes the theory of evolution for the dogma of creationism? Someone who drives a four-wheel drive King Ranch F-250 instead of a Prius? Someone who owns more guns than books? Someone too stupid to realize that meat is murder and milk is tit torture juice? You can barely even look at them without your face contorting into a grotesque mask of derision. Fortunately seven years of liberal arts college education not only gave you the patience of Job but the empathy and compassion of Jesus himself. Instead of snarkily pointing out the intellectual shortcomings of knuckle dragging red staters, Christian fundamentalists, and crotchety, senile, blue-haired conservatives, you take the time and make the effort to understand their position and engage with them in meaningful dialogue. After all, true change always comes from within and is rarely affected by scorn, derision, and ridicule, hilarious though they may be. You’re not the kind of person who dismissively labels someone as a right-wing nut job or a crazy-eyed Christian fundy. No, you always carefully examine people and issues in the stark, unforgiving light of well-informed objectivity. In short, you’re part of the answer, not part of the problem. For that you will be richly rewarded, if not a terrestrial sphere, then surely a spiritual one … if you actually believed in that bunk. Don’t sweat it, Austin offers plenty of earthly rewards for folks just like yourself. For instance, this Friday, April 30, at the spooky shell of the old Seaholm Power Plant, the Texas Travesty, KVRX, and Canvas for a Cause are hosting Lights Out!, a six-hour extravaganza featuring “some of the best bands, comedians, and artwork that the city has to offer.” For only $10 you can see comedians Mike MacRae, John Ramsey, and Bryan Gutmann and be treated to a music showcase featuring local shoegazers Ringo Deathstarr as well as other “exciting surprise guests.” There is also an art auction with all proceeds benefiting Heart House Austin, an afterschool program dedicated to providing a safe haven and academic support to low-income children so that someday you won’t feel the urge to choke them too.