Below is what was scheduled to go up yesterday before I decided to pull it. Commentary is in italics.
Difficulty with Sustainability
Not a bad topic. That must be why I've already written about it, sober. Click here if you're interested.
Sustainability is quite the buzzword nowadays. It's a wonderful word that describes a movement among socially and environmentally conscious people to essentially not shit where they eat. Because what fun are cliches if they aren't crude? If you're an American, and you don't live in a tiny apartment near public transportation, that you use regularly, you are using up more than your fair share of what the earth provides. Now I'm not going to get all preachy on you because honestly, I like my meat red and 'roided, I prefer cars that are mean and gas guzzling, I think tofu is disgusting and I really don't give a fuck how much hairspray my date uses so long as I'm not looking down at a b-cupped version of Albert Einstein when the night is over. At this point I'm really just trying to be funny because I think I'm a funny drunk. I am, but this was meant to be a serious post.
I'm not green by any means. The only reason I use public transportation is because driving is such a pain in the ass and I'd probably get a ticket for reading during my morning commute if I was in my car. I am a selfish creature who is unwilling to give up creature comforts. That being said, I try to recycle and a while back I decided to enroll in one of the most activist-oriented programs at one of the most liberal schools in the state. They talked about sustainability, a lot. I signed up for the program because it was an alternative to becoming an evil lawyer and it sounded like a career path I could be good at. Basically, I wasn't ready to face the real world. Blah, blah, blah, trying to show off, blah, blah, blah, needed some way to end paragraph before it went on forever.
And this is where it all goes to s***:
Back in 2003 I had no idea what the hell sustainability was. My peers were all crazy about it though. Supposedly, it was the greatest thing in the history of the world since Led Zeppelin t-shirts. I had a John Paul Jonesing to Robert Plant my ass into the movement but I just couldn't do it. It was too cliched, even then. Don't get me wrong, it all sounded wonderful, but when I asked how to make it practical, people had a tendency to John Bonham their own vomit until a dead silence hung in the air.
Damn you Pandora Radio and your awesome Led Zeppelin station! Somehow I thought incorporating the names of all the members of Led Zeppelin would work well in a blog about sustainability. I'm way too easily distracted when I've been drinking. Instead of ending the blog with a sharp and witty conclusion, I got frustrated when I couldn't figure out how to incorporate Jimmy Page into the next sentence. Still seemed good enough to post though. Thank God for "Scheduled at".
You're probably wondering why this post didn't end up on the cutting room floor with all of my other drunk posts. Well, most writerly types like the vino quite a bit and I thought sharing my method in avoiding the dreaded 2 AM drunk post might help someone. Don't get me wrong, writing while drunk is awesome and I have come up with some of my best stuff that way. If you're going to alter your mind-state you might as well get some creativity out of it. I probably could have taken some bits from this post and made something pretty interesting. Instead, I wanted to share a bit of advice that I learned from the master:
"Write drunk; edit sober."