Sunday, January 11, 2015

Survival SoCal

Recently, I discovered Survival Alaska on HULU.   I find it to be the best of any shows I've seen in that genre.  The contestants are a combination of genius and totally insane.

Somehow, though, there is a part of me that identifies, to a point.  Never in my life have I ever been in that kind of shape, or been willing to put up with that much pain.  But functioning in an adrenalin rush situation is when I've been at my best.  All else kicks my ass.

So, I was thinking,  I wonder how I'd fare in a Survival SoCal situation.  Navigating traffic.  Ignoring rednecks of all races.  Trying not to get spoiled by the weather and relatively laid back ambiance.  That's a tough one.

If it gets below 50 or above 75 F, the authorities start making plans for martial law and for treating massive cases of hypothermia or heat stroke.  They set up relief zones, like safe zones, places where people can go inside a climate controlled building.

But that is all smoke and mirrors.  Surviving SoCal is an elusive concept.  I don't know what it means or how to do it.  By SoCal, I mean way south.  South of L.A. where there are far more pleasant and easy going people per thousand.

The trick is that just when you think expenses are covered, either prices go up, or there is an unanticipated fee, or who knows what.   Or maybe everyone in the city gets a cold at the same time.  That happens a lot.  I know of residents who suspect chem trails are what ails them.

If I survive, I'll share how it's done.  In the mean time, I'll just say I think the state of California, with all its innumerable tentacles, is a perfect of example of the old adage, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions.".

But like always, when people involve themselves in the business of others under lamer and lamer excuses, pretty soon they are just exerting force over others with no right or reason.  Just rumor and self righteous nonsense.

Another time maybe I'll say what's really on my mind; tales of intrigue, betrayal, mortality, and love.  I just threw love in. I probably know nothing about that.

Isolation, intentional or not, is not properly human nature.  It is as bad as smoking.

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