News about the economy is getting scarier and scarier by the day. The American spending glut that fueled not just the American economy but the world economy as well is over now that the bills for the debt that fueled our historic consumption are now due. The government has run up a deficit of well over a trillion dollars this year in a desparate attempt to get people to start spending their money again but to no avail. Despite the trillions of dollars being spent, no new jobs are being created as we have in fact lost millions of jobs in the last year. This creates a vicious cycle as even people with jobs are even more likely to stop spending money for fear of losing their jobs in the future which leads to even more job losses. There must be some way to stimulate the economy.
The solution lies in class warfare. We wouldn't even have to spend more than it cost to buy bullets since there are already 200,000,000 estimated privately owned firearms in the United States alone. I just propose that we put them to use. Yes the rich own a portion of those firearms and they also have the police and the military at their disposal and they would ultimately win a class war against the poor and middle class but at a great economic cost. It is precisely this economic cost that would stimulate the economy.
Fear is what is largely driving this recession but we can harness fear to provide for an economic stimulus. As of 2006 there were an estimated 2,700,000 millionaires living in the United States using net worth valuations which excluded the value of their homes. The number has no doubt dropped since then but let us just walk through some math assuming that their are still around 2,000,000 remaining such millionaires. These people have enough available money to start spending it now but aren't because they don't want to rub other's faces in their financial security so they have been avoiding the usual ostentatious displays of wealth that they are accustomed to. However, if they legitimately feared for their lives they would no doubt begin to spend their money on security for themselves. As the police and military forces would be overwhelmed just by the sheer number of firearms in this country they would no longer be able to provide around the clock protection for the rich and, therefore, the rich would have to hire private security. Since the only way to ensure their safety is 24 hour surveillance this would create the need for many armed security personel. Each week is exactly 168 hours long so to have at least one armed guard around the house one would have to contract at least 4 full time employees and one part time employee in order to avoid having to pay overtime. As the rich have larger properties to protect, no one security guard would be able to protect more than four houses at a time. Using these numbers one could calculate that this would provide 4.2*500,000=2,100,000 new full-time jobs to the economy ( the .2 trailing the 4 is for those 8 hours left over after the four full time employees have been allotted their 40 hours a week). Moreover, these are higher quality jobs as armed security personel require a variety of special licenses in order to be able to carry firearms on the job. Also, the ultrarich would no doubt hire 24 hour security detail to escort them throughout their days. Assuming that only 100,000 of these 2,000,000 would qualify as ultrarich we get that they would hire an additional 4.2*100,000=420,000 armed security guards as their personal escorts. These security guards would be even more highly paid as they would have to be highly trained in counter-assassination and counter-kidnapping tactics in addition to their usual licensing requirements. That is 2,420,000 new jobs created thus far.
There is no doubt that the U.S., state, and local governments would, at the least, match the number of new private security hires with police and military new hires. That is 4,840,000 new jobs thus far. No doubt all the new private security, police, and military trainees would need instructors to train them in the counter-assassination and counter-kidnapping tactics as well as general firearm use for their licenses. Assuming that we would need at least one instructor for every 10 cadets that is an additional 484,000 jobs. These jobs would be permanent as security, police, and military personel need to renew their various licenses and training. That now brings the total of new jobs added to the economy to 5,324,000.
All of these 5,324,000 new employees would need to be properly equipped with weapons. As the U.S. gun manufactures currently produce and sell about 4,700,000 guns every year in the United States, the capacity to produce and sell weapons would need to be expanded by 112%. It has been estimated that at least 500,000 people are employed in gun manufacturing and gun retail. As both the gun manufacturing and retail jobs are already highly mechanized, the companies would have no choice but to hire about 112% more workers. That means there would be an additional 500,000*1.12= 560,000 new jobs added. The total is now comes to 5,884,000 permanent new jobs.
Gun manufacturers would no doubt have to build new factories, gun retailers would have to build new display rooms for their weapons, and the instructors would most definitely need additional training facilities for all the new trainees. All this new building would stimulate the construction industry which is currently reeling from the housing bust. This would put more construction workers back to work albeit only temporarily as this would only be a one-time expansion. All these new workers would undoubtedly spend their hard-earned money on their mortgages and rents, either directly or indirectly helping decelerate the foreclosure crisis which has led to the downward spiral in house prices that we have been experiencing as of late. There are no doubt countless new jobs which would be added to the economy as these security personel spend their money. Before we know it, we would have replaced all the jobs that have been lost in this recession.
If you don't have the guts to kill a rich person, there are other ways to do your part. Armed kidnapping will more than suffice as would arson which would have the added benefir of further stimulating the construction industry as the houses are replaced. Rich people would now be so fearful that they would probably even be willing to take on debt to pay for all their security upgrades. So all of you that were hesitant to engage in class warfare before because you feared being seen as a communist can now do so with a clean conscience knowing that you are helping stimulate the economy. You would be a true capitalist patriot.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
15,821 Feet
As the title to this blog post suggests, I have broken my previous altitude record on this most recent leg of my journey from Espinar to Arequipa. The night before I broke my new altitude record, I found frost covering my tent and bicycle for the first time since Northern Mexico. I was at only 13,000 feet then. Previously, when I topped out on a mountain pass, I was rewarded with a long downhill. Alas, the altiplano is cruel and rewards me with several days to a week of cold, wet riding. At 15,000 feet, it is cold even if it is sunny. Most of the time I spent in the altiplano was on a dirt road, albeit a high quality one without the wheel destroying washboard grooves and massive rocks jutting out of the road. Nonetheless, the road slowed me down. I spent three days over 14,000 feet. The first day that I topped out over 15,000 feet, it began to snow right when I reached a small village. The one and only lodging in town only charged $3 for one of its beds so I jumped at the chance. I even slept in late knowing that it would be as cold as a witches tittie in the morning.
I was so happy when I finally reached asphalt even though I was still at a very high elevation. The headwinds were fierce and cold. There were times when my feet were really cold despite the fact that I was wearing a double layer of socks. The small town of Imata had plenty of restaurants but no lodging. There were two little kids that told me that their family had lodging and I trusted them because I thought they were too small to have truly sinister intentions but they started acting real suspiciously which made my spidey senses tingle. They led me to the back of a house on the main road and told me to knock on the gate. When I knocked on the gate, the kids ran to hide. When I asked them why they were doing this they did not provide me with a satisfactory answer so I decided to leave them. I would rather camp in the freezing weather than wait around to see what nasty surprises were in store for me. Fortunately, I was able to find lodging that night at the local police station. They had an extra bed and everything.
The next day, in an attempt to avoid camping in freezing weather, I rode over 130 kilometers and ascended almost 4,000 feet to the city of Arequipa. Despite all the ascending, I finally got the long downhill stretches I had been pining for. There is nothing quite as exhilarating and adrenalizing as lane splitting between semis on a long downhill stretch. I am going to rest here in Arequipa for the next couple of days but I know that, eventually, I am going to have to bite the bullet and do some more camping in freezing weather as it is only going to get colder as I travel farther south.
As someone who comes from the radical nonconsumption camp, I have to admit that I am disgusted by almost all of the U.S. government's attempts to bolster the economy. I personally know several people who have been laid off recently but I think that we should nevertheless embrace the Great Recession as pundits are calling it now. There is something terribly wrong with an economic system that depends entirely on the profligate consumption of a few rich countries of products created by a slave-like underclass of third world workers. I want to live in a world where a 20 hour work week is considered full time. Also, I would like to see the industrial countries of the world significantly decrease their carbon footprint. In that interest, I have compiled a disparate list of companies, entire industries, government policies, and whatnot that should be downsized if not outright eliminated along with a short justification for each one. This is by no means comprehensive and I might add to this list in the future.
The Big Three automakers, do not deserve any sympathy. They have done their best to destroy public transportation infrastructure and fight any increases in mileage standards for cars for decades. They also effectively receive a massive subsidy from the U.S., state, and local governments in the form of highway building and free parking. The government should actively try to change consumer behavior by tolling all highways, eliminating free parking, and taxing gasoline. Moreover, the funds taken from these measures should be used to subsidize public transportation. Also every highway in the U.S. that has more than one lane for each direction should sacrifice a lane for high-speed rail. The only legitimate argument that the car companies have is that there impending bankruptcy will cost the U.S. government even more money than they are currently burning because of a U.S. law that insures the pension plans of companies that go bankrupt. My response to this is change the law. All of the other automakers will happily build more U.S. factories to supply cars to the largest car market in the world.
Golf is an industry that I would like to see collapse completely. In a world where fresh water is an increasingly scarce resource, we have no room for inplacably thirsty golf courses. The massive amounts of fertilizer that they use also pollute the water tables further damaging fresh water supplies. The golf course in the middle of Yosemite National Park still pisses me off. Also, I strongly dislike the elitist, racist, and sexist tendencies of golf clubs. Membership fees are exorbitant for all but the well-to-do. The golf course in Augusta, Georgia, where the Masters are held, still excludes women. Did I mention that golf is not a sport.
Baseball is another sport I would like to see collapse. This is just a personal prejudice of mine and I admit that but one has to admit that there is something inherently unfair about a professional league where the team-that-shall-not-be-named spends up to ten times as much as other teams. Put all those steroid junkies on the street.
I would love to see military spending reduced if not slashed drastically. Unfortunately, the Obama administration seems to be doing very little in this department. We should immediately eliminate all expenditures on weapons development as we have no equal on the battlefield when it comes to technology. I would also like to see an immediate withdrawl from all foreign war zones and a selling off of all international military bases to our allies. All foreign military support should also be eliminated. Israel does not need our military support and all of our military initiatives in Latin America seem to fail miserably especially when one does a cost-benefit analysis.
We should stop the drug war as it does more harm than the drugs themselves. The illegal drug industry is also recession proof. As this is a favorite subject of mine to rant about, I will not beat this dead horse any more.
Junk mail is an absurd waste of resources. I would guess that most Americans do not read about 95% of their mail. I don't even check my mail anymore. There should be a do-not-mail list as well as the do-not-call list. Also, anyone with an internet account should automatically be weened from receiving any bills in the mail by law. This would save countless trees and fuel. Yes, we would probably have to lay off massive amounts of postal workers but they are redundant anyway.
I would love to see a massive grass-roots rebellion against planned obselescence. It is an open secret that ipod batteries die after two years and you have to replace the entire ipod. This is just one example of many. We as consumers should stand up to the corporations that make shoddy products.
Since more and more Americans are being laid off, we should collectively have a lot more time to cook. In this spirit I would love to see consumers shun prepackaged T.V. dinners and canned food in favor of fresh, preferably local ingredients. If more consumers shunned these products fresh produce would become cheaper as consumers would no longer have to compete with massive corporations and their bulk buying power when they purchase fresh food.
I would love to see the entire jewelery industry go down. These shiny little trinkets are useless and do nothing for anyone. The entire gold industry is one of the most environmentally destructive industries there is. For each ounce of gold that the mining companies extract they extract 30 tons of ore and bake it in cyanide. There is no environmentally friendly way to do this. Also the diamonds that people purchase fund bloody insurgencies throughout the world.
The advertising industry is another harmful industry. They create demand for products where there previously was none. Fire the whole lot of them.
The wedding industry needs some serious downsizing. I still can't believe how much money Americans waste every year on their weddings. Also, their inevitable divorces cost even more than their weddings.
We should truly harness the power of the internet to eliminate the real estate industry. They get 6% just because they had an effective monopoly of real estate listings. The internet can change that.
I also have a personal hatred for air conditioners. They actually increase the temperature outside whereever they are in use. Also, as most of the electricity in the U.S. is provided by natural gas burning power plants, the use of air conditioners contributes to global warming. If you can't stand the heat, stay in the north you fucking yankee.
People should stop paying for cable television. It is obscene that people pay a premium for these channels only to have infomercials on every one of these channels for about 8 hours a day. Night owls and early birds should know this well. We should be able to selectively choose which channels we want to have and pay for only those channels as most cable subscribers don't even watch half of the channels they have. Moreover, we should have the option of paying a one time fee for sporting events or other shows we would like to see. I recently discovered that I can watch many sporting events on the internet on live-streaming web sites.
I would love to see massive layoffs in law enforcement. The problem we have as a country is not that we don't have enough police officers but that there are too many laws that they have to enforce. Ending the drug war would eliminate the need for at least half of these police officers, not to mention prosecuters, defense attorneys, judges, and jailers. There are also a lot of other laws that we could eliminate. I personally hate noise ordinances. Why is it that the cops are called almost every time anyone throws a party but I can't call the cops when the sound of leaf blowers and car alarms disturb me.
I am sure that I could think of a lot more industries to eliminate given the time. We could then spread the remaining jobs among everyone else and work towards achieving the 20 hour work week for everyone. With all this free time, we could then rededicate ourselves to our hobbies and passions. Maybe we could even spend more time with our families and friends.
I was so happy when I finally reached asphalt even though I was still at a very high elevation. The headwinds were fierce and cold. There were times when my feet were really cold despite the fact that I was wearing a double layer of socks. The small town of Imata had plenty of restaurants but no lodging. There were two little kids that told me that their family had lodging and I trusted them because I thought they were too small to have truly sinister intentions but they started acting real suspiciously which made my spidey senses tingle. They led me to the back of a house on the main road and told me to knock on the gate. When I knocked on the gate, the kids ran to hide. When I asked them why they were doing this they did not provide me with a satisfactory answer so I decided to leave them. I would rather camp in the freezing weather than wait around to see what nasty surprises were in store for me. Fortunately, I was able to find lodging that night at the local police station. They had an extra bed and everything.
The next day, in an attempt to avoid camping in freezing weather, I rode over 130 kilometers and ascended almost 4,000 feet to the city of Arequipa. Despite all the ascending, I finally got the long downhill stretches I had been pining for. There is nothing quite as exhilarating and adrenalizing as lane splitting between semis on a long downhill stretch. I am going to rest here in Arequipa for the next couple of days but I know that, eventually, I am going to have to bite the bullet and do some more camping in freezing weather as it is only going to get colder as I travel farther south.
As someone who comes from the radical nonconsumption camp, I have to admit that I am disgusted by almost all of the U.S. government's attempts to bolster the economy. I personally know several people who have been laid off recently but I think that we should nevertheless embrace the Great Recession as pundits are calling it now. There is something terribly wrong with an economic system that depends entirely on the profligate consumption of a few rich countries of products created by a slave-like underclass of third world workers. I want to live in a world where a 20 hour work week is considered full time. Also, I would like to see the industrial countries of the world significantly decrease their carbon footprint. In that interest, I have compiled a disparate list of companies, entire industries, government policies, and whatnot that should be downsized if not outright eliminated along with a short justification for each one. This is by no means comprehensive and I might add to this list in the future.
The Big Three automakers, do not deserve any sympathy. They have done their best to destroy public transportation infrastructure and fight any increases in mileage standards for cars for decades. They also effectively receive a massive subsidy from the U.S., state, and local governments in the form of highway building and free parking. The government should actively try to change consumer behavior by tolling all highways, eliminating free parking, and taxing gasoline. Moreover, the funds taken from these measures should be used to subsidize public transportation. Also every highway in the U.S. that has more than one lane for each direction should sacrifice a lane for high-speed rail. The only legitimate argument that the car companies have is that there impending bankruptcy will cost the U.S. government even more money than they are currently burning because of a U.S. law that insures the pension plans of companies that go bankrupt. My response to this is change the law. All of the other automakers will happily build more U.S. factories to supply cars to the largest car market in the world.
Golf is an industry that I would like to see collapse completely. In a world where fresh water is an increasingly scarce resource, we have no room for inplacably thirsty golf courses. The massive amounts of fertilizer that they use also pollute the water tables further damaging fresh water supplies. The golf course in the middle of Yosemite National Park still pisses me off. Also, I strongly dislike the elitist, racist, and sexist tendencies of golf clubs. Membership fees are exorbitant for all but the well-to-do. The golf course in Augusta, Georgia, where the Masters are held, still excludes women. Did I mention that golf is not a sport.
Baseball is another sport I would like to see collapse. This is just a personal prejudice of mine and I admit that but one has to admit that there is something inherently unfair about a professional league where the team-that-shall-not-be-named spends up to ten times as much as other teams. Put all those steroid junkies on the street.
I would love to see military spending reduced if not slashed drastically. Unfortunately, the Obama administration seems to be doing very little in this department. We should immediately eliminate all expenditures on weapons development as we have no equal on the battlefield when it comes to technology. I would also like to see an immediate withdrawl from all foreign war zones and a selling off of all international military bases to our allies. All foreign military support should also be eliminated. Israel does not need our military support and all of our military initiatives in Latin America seem to fail miserably especially when one does a cost-benefit analysis.
We should stop the drug war as it does more harm than the drugs themselves. The illegal drug industry is also recession proof. As this is a favorite subject of mine to rant about, I will not beat this dead horse any more.
Junk mail is an absurd waste of resources. I would guess that most Americans do not read about 95% of their mail. I don't even check my mail anymore. There should be a do-not-mail list as well as the do-not-call list. Also, anyone with an internet account should automatically be weened from receiving any bills in the mail by law. This would save countless trees and fuel. Yes, we would probably have to lay off massive amounts of postal workers but they are redundant anyway.
I would love to see a massive grass-roots rebellion against planned obselescence. It is an open secret that ipod batteries die after two years and you have to replace the entire ipod. This is just one example of many. We as consumers should stand up to the corporations that make shoddy products.
Since more and more Americans are being laid off, we should collectively have a lot more time to cook. In this spirit I would love to see consumers shun prepackaged T.V. dinners and canned food in favor of fresh, preferably local ingredients. If more consumers shunned these products fresh produce would become cheaper as consumers would no longer have to compete with massive corporations and their bulk buying power when they purchase fresh food.
I would love to see the entire jewelery industry go down. These shiny little trinkets are useless and do nothing for anyone. The entire gold industry is one of the most environmentally destructive industries there is. For each ounce of gold that the mining companies extract they extract 30 tons of ore and bake it in cyanide. There is no environmentally friendly way to do this. Also the diamonds that people purchase fund bloody insurgencies throughout the world.
The advertising industry is another harmful industry. They create demand for products where there previously was none. Fire the whole lot of them.
The wedding industry needs some serious downsizing. I still can't believe how much money Americans waste every year on their weddings. Also, their inevitable divorces cost even more than their weddings.
We should truly harness the power of the internet to eliminate the real estate industry. They get 6% just because they had an effective monopoly of real estate listings. The internet can change that.
I also have a personal hatred for air conditioners. They actually increase the temperature outside whereever they are in use. Also, as most of the electricity in the U.S. is provided by natural gas burning power plants, the use of air conditioners contributes to global warming. If you can't stand the heat, stay in the north you fucking yankee.
People should stop paying for cable television. It is obscene that people pay a premium for these channels only to have infomercials on every one of these channels for about 8 hours a day. Night owls and early birds should know this well. We should be able to selectively choose which channels we want to have and pay for only those channels as most cable subscribers don't even watch half of the channels they have. Moreover, we should have the option of paying a one time fee for sporting events or other shows we would like to see. I recently discovered that I can watch many sporting events on the internet on live-streaming web sites.
I would love to see massive layoffs in law enforcement. The problem we have as a country is not that we don't have enough police officers but that there are too many laws that they have to enforce. Ending the drug war would eliminate the need for at least half of these police officers, not to mention prosecuters, defense attorneys, judges, and jailers. There are also a lot of other laws that we could eliminate. I personally hate noise ordinances. Why is it that the cops are called almost every time anyone throws a party but I can't call the cops when the sound of leaf blowers and car alarms disturb me.
I am sure that I could think of a lot more industries to eliminate given the time. We could then spread the remaining jobs among everyone else and work towards achieving the 20 hour work week for everyone. With all this free time, we could then rededicate ourselves to our hobbies and passions. Maybe we could even spend more time with our families and friends.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The Tent is Still Working
I am in a town called Espinar nestled in the altiplano between Cusco and Arequipa. After getting hailed on the last two days, I decided it was time for a break so here I am. I have rain gear and a helmet to mitigate the effect of the hail but it is still not any fun to deal with. I have also learned that a good 30-minute hail storm will decrease the temperature significantly.
With all that said, I am extatic to report that my tent is functioning well and that my engineering solution seems to have done the trick. All I can say is that if you need epoxy putty to be pliable use the stuff that is an actual putty instead of a paste before it dries. I am hoping that my tent will not require any more fixes but, if it does, I have an extra pole to fix it with. I have so far used my tent for every night except one since I left Cusco and it has rained almost every night. Staying dry and warm when it is cold keeps my spirits high.
I went through the usual remote rural areas to get to Espinar. The people here don't have a lot of material possessions but they eat well and they have electricity. This was evidenced by the numerous hydroelectric power stations and ample flocks of cows and sheep. This doesn't stop children from begging me aggressively for money. As I ride by, the children beg me incessantly for "propinas." Considering that the word propina means tip, I wonder what they expect to be tipped for. I have been able to leave these kids behind but their aggressiveness is worrisome. Some of the kids were carrying shovels which could readily be used as weapons. I have also read stories from other cyclist about the kids throwing rocks when they don't get their "propina." It is a small step to go from aggressively begging people for money to assaulting them. Rest assured that I have no qualms about beating one, or several, of these children mercilessly if they became threatening in any way. When I am on my own, I have to follow the law of the jungle instead of any ethical code. Fortunately, I have been able to avoid having to do that but I have definitely heard stories about large groups of adolescents who roam around looking for people to assault and steal from. They are colloquially called "piranas" because of the nature of their attacks.
I am continuing on but I am weary of others as I am definitely an outsider here. I hear Quechua more commonly spoken here than Spanish. One of the aggressive panhandlers seemed to barely speak Spanish at all. He first started speaking to me in Quechua and, when I asked him if he spoke Spanish, said in broken Spanish, "What a pretty bike. Sell it to me." When I politely refused he started asking me to give him money and even ran aside me while begging. I left him behind but I am questioning whether my policy of civility towards all needs a little revision. I think that instead of meekly saying, "I am sorry. I don't have enough money for you." I should say something like, " I will not give you any money and if you don't want any trouble with me you should leave me alone." I am inherently a nice person but I also have a mean, vicious side and I not afraid to flash my teeth if necessary.
With all that said, I am extatic to report that my tent is functioning well and that my engineering solution seems to have done the trick. All I can say is that if you need epoxy putty to be pliable use the stuff that is an actual putty instead of a paste before it dries. I am hoping that my tent will not require any more fixes but, if it does, I have an extra pole to fix it with. I have so far used my tent for every night except one since I left Cusco and it has rained almost every night. Staying dry and warm when it is cold keeps my spirits high.
I went through the usual remote rural areas to get to Espinar. The people here don't have a lot of material possessions but they eat well and they have electricity. This was evidenced by the numerous hydroelectric power stations and ample flocks of cows and sheep. This doesn't stop children from begging me aggressively for money. As I ride by, the children beg me incessantly for "propinas." Considering that the word propina means tip, I wonder what they expect to be tipped for. I have been able to leave these kids behind but their aggressiveness is worrisome. Some of the kids were carrying shovels which could readily be used as weapons. I have also read stories from other cyclist about the kids throwing rocks when they don't get their "propina." It is a small step to go from aggressively begging people for money to assaulting them. Rest assured that I have no qualms about beating one, or several, of these children mercilessly if they became threatening in any way. When I am on my own, I have to follow the law of the jungle instead of any ethical code. Fortunately, I have been able to avoid having to do that but I have definitely heard stories about large groups of adolescents who roam around looking for people to assault and steal from. They are colloquially called "piranas" because of the nature of their attacks.
I am continuing on but I am weary of others as I am definitely an outsider here. I hear Quechua more commonly spoken here than Spanish. One of the aggressive panhandlers seemed to barely speak Spanish at all. He first started speaking to me in Quechua and, when I asked him if he spoke Spanish, said in broken Spanish, "What a pretty bike. Sell it to me." When I politely refused he started asking me to give him money and even ran aside me while begging. I left him behind but I am questioning whether my policy of civility towards all needs a little revision. I think that instead of meekly saying, "I am sorry. I don't have enough money for you." I should say something like, " I will not give you any money and if you don't want any trouble with me you should leave me alone." I am inherently a nice person but I also have a mean, vicious side and I not afraid to flash my teeth if necessary.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Stuck in Cusco, Watching the World Collapse, and Jamming Out to Some Amazing Cumbias
The road from Nazca to Cusco is long, desolate, and spectacularly beautiful. It transitions from a dry, hot, and mostly lifeless desert ecosystem to a cold and wet mountain ecosystem filled with vicuñas, vizcachas, and alpacas. After riding in an oven for so long, I now had to ride through a giant refrigerator. The top is particularly beautiful. I passed by dozens of small, natural lakes filled with fish and exotic waterfowl and backed by snow-capped mountains. Except for the obvious exception of the road, most of this area is untouched by man, left to the whims of nature.
The road keeps climbing and climbing and then climbing some more after all of the previous climbing. When I finally topped out I rolled over 14,900 feet only to discover that the top was a actually a large rolling pampa and I topped out over 14,900 feet four mour times over some 40 or 50 kilometers. It was sleeting and snowing at the top but the frozen precipitation didn't stay frozen so I didn't get to travel through quite the winter wonder-land that I wanted to. Being that the pampa at the top was so large, I ended up camping at 14,600 feet which is most definitely cold.
The next morning something disastrous happened: my tent broke. Like almost all tents, my tent has collapsible poles which form an exoskeleton to the structure of my tent. Without the exoskeleton intact the structure fails and this was, alas, exactly the problem that I faced. I was still in the middle of nowhere when my tent failed but I thought that I could McGuyver a solution to this problem so I wasn't too worried about my situation, yet. That day, I finally reached the point where I descended more than I ascended after only 250 kilometers of mostly uphill riding. I still couldn't reach civilization though. I was still at over 13,000 feet with a little more climbing to do when it started to rain so I decided to figure out how to make my tent stand. I ended up doubling over a bicycle spoke and a piece of fence I had clipped off and inserted them into the broken pole with the hope of erecting some semblance of a shelter from the cold rain. Inside the tent, I covered my sleeping bag with a large plastic tarp I had acquired and hoped that the tent wouldn't collapse from the wind that was making it lean to one side. Getting wet and getting all of my winter gear wet in this kind of environment would lead to disastrous consequences.
I was able to tough out the night and stay dry but I knew that I was going to have to do something about my tent soon or I would have to catch a ride to the nearest city and try to find a solution there. When I made it to the small town of Challhuanca, I finally made it to a place with ferreterias and internet, let alone electricity and plumbing. When I was able to check my email after a long absence from civilization I discovered some very unpleasant news. Someone had, somehow, stolen my debit card number and was using it to make cash withdrawls in Virginia, unbeknownst to me. The bank had, in response, frozen my bank account and filed fraud documents so I could recuperate the money that was taken from me. This was especially worrisome to me not because of the identity fraud but because my debit card is my only convenient access to my bank account and I was running low on cash after going for a long time without having access to an A.T.M. machine. To make matters worse for me, the simple hardware solution I had devised for fixing my tent only made the problem worse and rendered my tent completely non-functional. I had encountered a problem which I couldn't fix on the fly and I had to do what I least like to do on this trip which is hitch a ride.
The ride from Challhuanca to Abancay was mercifully cheap, only costing $3 for almost 150 kilometers of road. Defeated by the force of entropy, I had to accept the boxed-in view of beautiful mountain scenery from inside a cramped van instead of the panoramic views I was so used to. In Abancay, I was able to contact the bank and my mother and clarify exactly what was happening with my bank account and whether I could still use my card in A.T.M. machines. Fortunately, I was able to get more cash out of A.T.M. machines. I just couldn't use my card for credit card transactions. As Abancay is not a good place to deal with the ongoing banking and tent issues. I caught another ride to Cusco since it has more developed tourism infrastructure and is the location of a U.S. Consular office. I have been stuck in Cusco for about a week and a half now, impatiently waiting for a new debit card and replacement poles for my tent. I can't wait to get back on the road again.
As a tourist who has had the unique opportunity to pass through parts of Peru with absolutely no tourism infrastructure, I have seen what I think is the authentic Peru. All the tourist areas like Cusco, Huaràz, Nazca, Huacachina, and parts of Lima have these superficial façades of luxury that are hard to find elsewhere. Moreover, the people in these areas seem to smile at you as if their smile were only part of an elaborate mask. In all of my travels thus far, I have discovered that one is much more likely to be assaulted, robbed, or conned in these areas than outside of them.
The tourist areas stand in stark contrast to the countryside. The people in these areas are poor but they seem like they are but a stones-throw from sainthood because they are so honest, friendly, and uncorrupted by civilization. I saw many people dressed in indigenous clothing and living a way of life similar, no doubt, to how they have lived for thousands of years herding alpacas. When the herd would get to close to the road the alpaca shepherds would hurl a rock towards the edge of road with a sling weapon which they have probably used for thousands of years. The people in the mountains are mostly bilingual, speaking Quechua amongst themselves and Spanish among strangers. There were places I stopped to eat something where large groups of children would come stare at me in amazement. This was annoying but in all fairness to the kids, I was probably the first blue-eyed devil they had ever seen in their lives. Now that I am in Cusco, I miss travelling through the countryside. I have to worry that people I encounter are just masked conmen trying to liberate me from my money.
I don't mean to say that Cusco is a shithole or anything. There are some very nice restuarants that are very cheap compared to the U.S. or Europe. There is also a small measure of authenticity to the city. One can go to the central marketplace and purchase not only San Pedro cactus but also pure powdered mescalline and ayahuasca. I haven't found any fresh milk yet but I am still looking for it. In the countryside, the milk is so fresh and unprocessed that Bessie is mooing out back and you can see curds floating in the top. Once I, finally, hit the road again I hope to pass through more places that are similar to the small villages between Nazca and Cusco.
My thirtieth birthday is fast approaching at the end of this month. I am not exstatic about the prospect of turning thirty but aging is a fact of life. Like many thirty-year-olds I am taking stock of my life and the world around me. So many of my friends are getting married and having children that it is kind of alarming. I remain blissfully single. I have come to several conclusions about what kind of paths I am going to pursue from this point in the road. Since I generally prefer travelling of the Odyssian variety rather than the wam-bam-thank-you-mamn variety I have decided that I don't have enough time to get married, have children, and get a soul-crushing job in corporate America and a house with a white-picket fence. I will never work more than 40 hours a week from now on. All the time wasted while working is better wasted travelling or pursuing your passions. In some ways, I am a little boy who refuses to grow up. In other ways I am a fully mature grown man. While America was spending money like a junkie with a stolen credit card, I was saving money. I paid off my college debt a week before I graduated from the money I earned while working the entire time I was in school. Yes, I have no personal career ambition but I don't have to since I have no debt at all. My ambition is to live as stress-free a life as possible and to spend as much time as possible pursuing my passions. The American dream was never a dream to me but always a nightmare even before it was exposed as the sham that it is. Rather than focus my energy on consuming resources I am going to pursue leisure and savor every last moment I have on this planet. I am only hoping that the prolonged recession that we are going through helps people realign their priorities away from consumption and towards leisure. It would be nice to feel like I am part of a community rather than feel like an outsider as I do now.
One of the things that I am extremely passionate about is music. For me music is a holy, sacred thing. To me, all of the modern commercial pop acts aren't just making bad music. They are committing blasphemy by soiling the airwaves with the audial flatulence that they have the gall to call music. I love the way good music inspires people across borders. It has no respect for the artificial boundaries that humanity has created. I love it when someone in some far-flung corner of the globe hears music from another part of the world and wants to recreate the sound and then make it their own. Rock and roll may have been born in the United States but it, in no respect, belongs to it. In that same respect, I have to say that I am completely inspired by Latin music in general but more specifically cumbia. I think I am going to make it a point of mine to spread my love for this beautiful music as much as possible. I am even thinking of trying to start a cumbia band when I return to the states a couple of years from now.
My minor obsession with cumbia has caused me to spend countless hours online trying to find out information about my favorite cumbia bands and the evolution of its sound. Sadly, there don't seem to be a lot of good sources for information about cumbia online. I have, nonetheless, been able to get to the point where I feel that I have a pretty good understanding of the roots of cumbia and I would like to share that with all of my loyal readers. In the interest of brevity, I will shortly discuss some of the better known pioneers of cumbia through the 1970s.
Cumbia had developed over centuries on the northern coast of Colombia but was considered a lower class music until the great maestro Lucho Bermudez recorded in the early 40s what was the first comercially successful cumbia named Prende la Vela. It was through the efforts of the first generation of cumbia bandleaders and composers that cumbia became more than just a regional music. Besides Lucho Bermudez, other noted musicians and composers from this first generation of cumbia include Jose Barros and Pedro Laza. I think I should point out that Colombia was an important center of Latin music at the time and still is. Lucho Bermudez was from Colombia but he lived in Mexico and Cuba where he met such Latin music greats as Perez Prado and Celia Cruz. Sonora Matancera, the famous Cuban group where Celia Cruz got her start, recorded at least one composition by Jose Barros.
Cumbia was still relatively isolated to Colombia until the sixties when groups like Sonora Dinamita and Los Corraleros de Majagual toured Latin America, spreading cumbia's popularity. I like the name of the Corraleros so much that I want my band's name to be Los Fumaleros de Ganjamual. By the end of the decade, Peru had taken the cumbia and created a very new sound. As far as I know, the Peruvian cumbia bands were the first such bands to use an electric guitar in cumbia. The sound of Peruvian coastal cumbias sounded like a fusion of surf music (The Ventures and Dick Dale not the Beach Boys) and cumbia. Los Destellos is probably the best known of these Peruvian cumbia pioneers but there were many other bands providing their contributions to cumbia.
In the eastern part of Peru, there was yet another sub-genre of cumbia that was created during the sixties. It is the cumbia amazonica of Juaneco and Los Mirlos. I still can't verbalize the difference between their music and that of the other Peruvian cumbia bands but it is definitely different than the rest.
Cumbia, to this day, continues to grow and branch off into new music but its sound still has links to the early days of the cumbia. Discos Fuentes, which was responsible for the recording of a large majority of early cumbias, is still in operation today. Like all music, there is a lot of bad, commercialized cumbia out there but there are also many groups that are still producing a lot of good music.
The road keeps climbing and climbing and then climbing some more after all of the previous climbing. When I finally topped out I rolled over 14,900 feet only to discover that the top was a actually a large rolling pampa and I topped out over 14,900 feet four mour times over some 40 or 50 kilometers. It was sleeting and snowing at the top but the frozen precipitation didn't stay frozen so I didn't get to travel through quite the winter wonder-land that I wanted to. Being that the pampa at the top was so large, I ended up camping at 14,600 feet which is most definitely cold.
The next morning something disastrous happened: my tent broke. Like almost all tents, my tent has collapsible poles which form an exoskeleton to the structure of my tent. Without the exoskeleton intact the structure fails and this was, alas, exactly the problem that I faced. I was still in the middle of nowhere when my tent failed but I thought that I could McGuyver a solution to this problem so I wasn't too worried about my situation, yet. That day, I finally reached the point where I descended more than I ascended after only 250 kilometers of mostly uphill riding. I still couldn't reach civilization though. I was still at over 13,000 feet with a little more climbing to do when it started to rain so I decided to figure out how to make my tent stand. I ended up doubling over a bicycle spoke and a piece of fence I had clipped off and inserted them into the broken pole with the hope of erecting some semblance of a shelter from the cold rain. Inside the tent, I covered my sleeping bag with a large plastic tarp I had acquired and hoped that the tent wouldn't collapse from the wind that was making it lean to one side. Getting wet and getting all of my winter gear wet in this kind of environment would lead to disastrous consequences.
I was able to tough out the night and stay dry but I knew that I was going to have to do something about my tent soon or I would have to catch a ride to the nearest city and try to find a solution there. When I made it to the small town of Challhuanca, I finally made it to a place with ferreterias and internet, let alone electricity and plumbing. When I was able to check my email after a long absence from civilization I discovered some very unpleasant news. Someone had, somehow, stolen my debit card number and was using it to make cash withdrawls in Virginia, unbeknownst to me. The bank had, in response, frozen my bank account and filed fraud documents so I could recuperate the money that was taken from me. This was especially worrisome to me not because of the identity fraud but because my debit card is my only convenient access to my bank account and I was running low on cash after going for a long time without having access to an A.T.M. machine. To make matters worse for me, the simple hardware solution I had devised for fixing my tent only made the problem worse and rendered my tent completely non-functional. I had encountered a problem which I couldn't fix on the fly and I had to do what I least like to do on this trip which is hitch a ride.
The ride from Challhuanca to Abancay was mercifully cheap, only costing $3 for almost 150 kilometers of road. Defeated by the force of entropy, I had to accept the boxed-in view of beautiful mountain scenery from inside a cramped van instead of the panoramic views I was so used to. In Abancay, I was able to contact the bank and my mother and clarify exactly what was happening with my bank account and whether I could still use my card in A.T.M. machines. Fortunately, I was able to get more cash out of A.T.M. machines. I just couldn't use my card for credit card transactions. As Abancay is not a good place to deal with the ongoing banking and tent issues. I caught another ride to Cusco since it has more developed tourism infrastructure and is the location of a U.S. Consular office. I have been stuck in Cusco for about a week and a half now, impatiently waiting for a new debit card and replacement poles for my tent. I can't wait to get back on the road again.
As a tourist who has had the unique opportunity to pass through parts of Peru with absolutely no tourism infrastructure, I have seen what I think is the authentic Peru. All the tourist areas like Cusco, Huaràz, Nazca, Huacachina, and parts of Lima have these superficial façades of luxury that are hard to find elsewhere. Moreover, the people in these areas seem to smile at you as if their smile were only part of an elaborate mask. In all of my travels thus far, I have discovered that one is much more likely to be assaulted, robbed, or conned in these areas than outside of them.
The tourist areas stand in stark contrast to the countryside. The people in these areas are poor but they seem like they are but a stones-throw from sainthood because they are so honest, friendly, and uncorrupted by civilization. I saw many people dressed in indigenous clothing and living a way of life similar, no doubt, to how they have lived for thousands of years herding alpacas. When the herd would get to close to the road the alpaca shepherds would hurl a rock towards the edge of road with a sling weapon which they have probably used for thousands of years. The people in the mountains are mostly bilingual, speaking Quechua amongst themselves and Spanish among strangers. There were places I stopped to eat something where large groups of children would come stare at me in amazement. This was annoying but in all fairness to the kids, I was probably the first blue-eyed devil they had ever seen in their lives. Now that I am in Cusco, I miss travelling through the countryside. I have to worry that people I encounter are just masked conmen trying to liberate me from my money.
I don't mean to say that Cusco is a shithole or anything. There are some very nice restuarants that are very cheap compared to the U.S. or Europe. There is also a small measure of authenticity to the city. One can go to the central marketplace and purchase not only San Pedro cactus but also pure powdered mescalline and ayahuasca. I haven't found any fresh milk yet but I am still looking for it. In the countryside, the milk is so fresh and unprocessed that Bessie is mooing out back and you can see curds floating in the top. Once I, finally, hit the road again I hope to pass through more places that are similar to the small villages between Nazca and Cusco.
My thirtieth birthday is fast approaching at the end of this month. I am not exstatic about the prospect of turning thirty but aging is a fact of life. Like many thirty-year-olds I am taking stock of my life and the world around me. So many of my friends are getting married and having children that it is kind of alarming. I remain blissfully single. I have come to several conclusions about what kind of paths I am going to pursue from this point in the road. Since I generally prefer travelling of the Odyssian variety rather than the wam-bam-thank-you-mamn variety I have decided that I don't have enough time to get married, have children, and get a soul-crushing job in corporate America and a house with a white-picket fence. I will never work more than 40 hours a week from now on. All the time wasted while working is better wasted travelling or pursuing your passions. In some ways, I am a little boy who refuses to grow up. In other ways I am a fully mature grown man. While America was spending money like a junkie with a stolen credit card, I was saving money. I paid off my college debt a week before I graduated from the money I earned while working the entire time I was in school. Yes, I have no personal career ambition but I don't have to since I have no debt at all. My ambition is to live as stress-free a life as possible and to spend as much time as possible pursuing my passions. The American dream was never a dream to me but always a nightmare even before it was exposed as the sham that it is. Rather than focus my energy on consuming resources I am going to pursue leisure and savor every last moment I have on this planet. I am only hoping that the prolonged recession that we are going through helps people realign their priorities away from consumption and towards leisure. It would be nice to feel like I am part of a community rather than feel like an outsider as I do now.
One of the things that I am extremely passionate about is music. For me music is a holy, sacred thing. To me, all of the modern commercial pop acts aren't just making bad music. They are committing blasphemy by soiling the airwaves with the audial flatulence that they have the gall to call music. I love the way good music inspires people across borders. It has no respect for the artificial boundaries that humanity has created. I love it when someone in some far-flung corner of the globe hears music from another part of the world and wants to recreate the sound and then make it their own. Rock and roll may have been born in the United States but it, in no respect, belongs to it. In that same respect, I have to say that I am completely inspired by Latin music in general but more specifically cumbia. I think I am going to make it a point of mine to spread my love for this beautiful music as much as possible. I am even thinking of trying to start a cumbia band when I return to the states a couple of years from now.
My minor obsession with cumbia has caused me to spend countless hours online trying to find out information about my favorite cumbia bands and the evolution of its sound. Sadly, there don't seem to be a lot of good sources for information about cumbia online. I have, nonetheless, been able to get to the point where I feel that I have a pretty good understanding of the roots of cumbia and I would like to share that with all of my loyal readers. In the interest of brevity, I will shortly discuss some of the better known pioneers of cumbia through the 1970s.
Cumbia had developed over centuries on the northern coast of Colombia but was considered a lower class music until the great maestro Lucho Bermudez recorded in the early 40s what was the first comercially successful cumbia named Prende la Vela. It was through the efforts of the first generation of cumbia bandleaders and composers that cumbia became more than just a regional music. Besides Lucho Bermudez, other noted musicians and composers from this first generation of cumbia include Jose Barros and Pedro Laza. I think I should point out that Colombia was an important center of Latin music at the time and still is. Lucho Bermudez was from Colombia but he lived in Mexico and Cuba where he met such Latin music greats as Perez Prado and Celia Cruz. Sonora Matancera, the famous Cuban group where Celia Cruz got her start, recorded at least one composition by Jose Barros.
Cumbia was still relatively isolated to Colombia until the sixties when groups like Sonora Dinamita and Los Corraleros de Majagual toured Latin America, spreading cumbia's popularity. I like the name of the Corraleros so much that I want my band's name to be Los Fumaleros de Ganjamual. By the end of the decade, Peru had taken the cumbia and created a very new sound. As far as I know, the Peruvian cumbia bands were the first such bands to use an electric guitar in cumbia. The sound of Peruvian coastal cumbias sounded like a fusion of surf music (The Ventures and Dick Dale not the Beach Boys) and cumbia. Los Destellos is probably the best known of these Peruvian cumbia pioneers but there were many other bands providing their contributions to cumbia.
In the eastern part of Peru, there was yet another sub-genre of cumbia that was created during the sixties. It is the cumbia amazonica of Juaneco and Los Mirlos. I still can't verbalize the difference between their music and that of the other Peruvian cumbia bands but it is definitely different than the rest.
Cumbia, to this day, continues to grow and branch off into new music but its sound still has links to the early days of the cumbia. Discos Fuentes, which was responsible for the recording of a large majority of early cumbias, is still in operation today. Like all music, there is a lot of bad, commercialized cumbia out there but there are also many groups that are still producing a lot of good music.
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