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— Sepulveda Says (@SepulvedaSays) October 2, 2014
Math and history show us that decisive efforts to isolate those who are infected with Ebola and to follow up quickly with the potential contacts of the infected can help to get an outbreak under control. We’re lucky that we have such capacities in the United States; even with the Ebola case in Dallas, the epidemic should not get much of a foothold here.
In other words…
I’m trying to stay positive here OK? If you’re like me and have always wanted to take a vacation to an exotic 3rd world country, you can look on the bright side too. Pretty soon we won’t even need a passport.
So I’m driving to work the other day listening to NPR doing the local news and mixed in with the Surf Report and weather I hear. “…Los Angeles Unified School District announced yesterday they will be giving back the grenade launchers that were acquired through a Pentagon surplus program but have decided to keep their M16 assault rifles and mine resistant vehicle and now here’s Tori Peck with a traffic update…”
I probably drove a full mile before that sunk in and I realized this was just another small story. There wouldn’t be any coming back to it for any further analysis. That’s all folks, move along.
So I did.
Mullholland, the name is synonymous with Los Angeles as well it should be. William Mullholland was the man who brought water not just down from the mountain but up some mountains as well. His story and achievement are nothing short of mythical.
Books and screenplays have been written casting aspersions on his legacy but the worst I can say about him is that he was a man of his times. Suffice it to say Roman Polanski never would have met Sharon Tate much less made Chinatown if it weren’t for William Mullholland and that wouldn’t really be such a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
On the other hand, millions of people have simply turned their faucets on over the years without a second thought spent on the miracles that make it happen. Every time, rich and famous or poor and anonymous, all are equally rewarded with nothing less than water.
In California? That’s the biggest deal there is.
Sometimes I think to truly appreciate The Ramones, one needs to have
suffered lived through the Prog Rock era. This was a time when flutes, keyboards and pomposity made a serious run at dethroning guitars and testosterone as the primary weapons system of Rock & Roll. For sure there was some great music made during this time (I wouldn’t call it rock) but after awhile it became sort of an arms race to see who could stage the most elaborate show and the songs themselves became mere vehicles for the stage production.
The Ramones came along and deconstructed that shit like a bunch of grease monkeys tearing down an old Ford Galaxie for a destruction derby. Bass, drums, guitar and a singer. Four longhairs in jeans and tennis shoes joyfully singing about the Blitz? In London? Hey-Ho indeed!
I Wanna Be Sedated was written by Joey while he was cooped up in a London hotel.
“… we went over to England, and we were there at Christmas time, and in Christmas time, London shuts down. There’s nothing to do, nowhere to go. Here we were in London for the first time in our lives, and me and Dee Dee Ramone were sharing a room in the hotel, and we were watching The Guns of Navarone. So there was nothing to do, I mean, here we are in London finally, and this is what we are doing, watching American movies in the hotel room.”
They say necessity is the mother of invention but boredom is right up there too.