Old School BMX freestyle, art and creative stuff, the future and economics, and anything else I find interesting...
Saturday, July 29, 2023
So... Chase Hawk built a little backyard ramp...
Friday, July 28, 2023
X-Games 2023 BMX highlights
Wow. Just fucking wow.
Wednesday, July 26, 2023
How to save $50 to $500 when you move...
I just wrote a 10 page report on the best ways to save money when you move. How much? My goal with these tips is to save you at least $50 and maybe up to $500, off the cost of your move.
This report is no longer available... I'll put it online some day. Sorry.
(steven not steve, don't forget the "v") I will send you this printable PDF report as soon as I see your order. Put your email in the info on Paypal, then email me at that email address above, to make sure I see it as soon as possible. Or hit me up on Facebook, if we're friends there. I'll send it right out.
Way back in 1991, while living on the floor of a tiny, one bedroom apartment in Huntington Beach, I needed some work. A friend said, "My brother works on the weekends for a moving company, call this guy." So I called that guy, and he said, "We need guys this weekend," and told me where to meet their crew. My first moving job, I helped move a giant IRS office out of their old building, and into the new federal building in downtown Long Beach.
I wound up working with a hardworking crew of Mexican American guys. I worked on and off, moving offices on the weekends, for several years. When I used to work at the TV studios in the summers, I was usually moving offices the rest of the year. Later, in 1994 through 1997, I worked full time as a household mover. I moved over 900 houses and apartments in that time. The tips to save money in this report are not the tips you find on the internet, they are the real things I learned by moving one or two households nearly every day, for over 2 1/2 years. In all those jobs, moving people's personal possessions, I saw, and moved, some weird stuff. Here are a few quick stories:
The first household move I did, I was still working for the office movers. One of the household crews needed an extra guy. The house was a big, $300,000 tract home (in 1992), in north San Diego county. The family was an American guy and his wife, and her extended family, from some part of India. Wherever they came from, it was customary for the men to just piss on the nearest wall when they had to take a leak. I'm not kidding. There were piss stains on all the walls of this expensive house, that was only a couple of years old. The whole house reeked of piss. It didn't bother the people living there, but we had to try to hold our breath each trip in, to grab a piece of furniture. That was my start in household moving. I don't know why I kept doing households.
Years later, we moved a woman and her daughter into a tri-level condo in Huntington Beach. We had to get some landscapers working nearby to help push her baby grand piano up the first flight of steps. The stairway was low, and it actually scraped the ceiling above the steps. Then the two of us movers got it up to the landing, up the second set of stairs. It was a bitch. Baby grand pianos are not only really expensive, they are big, heavy, and awkward. At the end of the move, my co-worker asked the lady, "So who plays the piano?" She said, "Oh we don't play, I just like the way a baby grand looks." We wanted to kill her. It was just decoration to her.
One time I was working on one pretty average move. When we finished, the boss told us to go help another crew. We got to a good size, two story house, in Fountain Valley, I think. The owner had a 14 foot long, curved on the end bar in his upstairs den. It was custom built in that room. His "den" looked like an actual bar, as in a place you would go to drink. The custom bar was beautiful, and huge. The thing was the size of a bar in an actual bar, and had a 90 degree, curved bend on the end, all trimmed in really nice hardwood of some kind. the guy wanted his bar moved to the new house. We had to get six movers, and take the huge bar out a window, across the first floor roof, then off the side of the roof. Then out into the truck. Cheers!
One lady in Westminster had us move about half a cord of firewood, which had been sitting for months, on the side of her house. It was winter, and the wood on the bottom was muddy. It wasn't that we minded getting muddy, but once our T-shirts were muddy, it was a lot harder to keep the rest of the furniture clean, when we unloaded it. The weird part was that the house she moved out of didn't have a fireplace. "Do you have a fireplace at the new house?" we asked her. "No," she replied, "But my son brought the firewood all the way down from Bishop (in the Sierra Nevada mountains, six hours away), and I don't want to leave it here."
One Friday, during the busy early summer season, my partner and I got a third moving job for the day. We were dejected, knowing we had to be back at work at 7am the next day, and would have to move two houses that day, at least. We were tired, and just wanted to get home, eat, and get some sleep. The 3rd move turned out to be at the Breakers apartments, near the ocean in Huntington Beach. The young woman's apartment was on the third floor, with a 4th floor bedroom. The problem was, The Breakers didn't have elevators. Everything had to go down three floors, six outside flights of stairs, followed by a 40 yard walk to the truck. We asked her, "Where are you moving to?" She replied, "I'm moving to the third floor on the other side of the complex." Third move of the day, everything went down six flights of stairs, a long walk to the truck, and then a 150 yard drive, then up six flights of stairs, and another floor to her new bedroom. Luckily it was only a one bedroom apartment, that didn't have much furniture. The women who live in that complex often call it The Heartbreakers, because the complex is full of young, single people. There were always a lot of in-the-complex relationships starting and ending. But us movers called it the Backbreakers, because there were no elevators.
So there are a few quick tales of my adventures as a furniture movers. The tips to help save you money when you move, or friends and family, their next move, come from years of pain and misery and pushing cat piss stained couches up stairs on 90 degree days. So buy a report, It's only $5, and it will definitely pay for itself several times over when you, or your friends or family, move next.
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Tuesday, July 25, 2023
X-Games 2023 dirt finals... and a bit more
The Rabbit Hole...
Wednesday, July 19, 2023
What is the future of movie theaters? Could Barbenheimer save them?
Locked out of Facebook... Jeeeeeez....
In the never ending saga of 23 years of attack by some part of the Christian Right power structure/network, I've now been locked out of my Facebook account. My account shutdown a couple days ago, while I was on FB, and had me review information, which included a bogus phone number, added to the account in 2019. So I said that was erroneous info, and my account opened back up. Now my password doesn't work. No option to re-open it. A hack of some kind, apparently.
You can find me on Twitter: @steveemig43
At least for now, my Twitter feed was full of religious garbage this morning, as well. Seriously, this shit's been going on, in one form or another, since my bank account (that I'd had for about 12 years) got shut down two weeks after 9/11, way back in 2001. These douchebags want me completely off the internet, since I have a habit of predicting financial market inflection points before they happen. And they just hate creative people, in general. Same shit, different day.
This is everyday bullshit for me. These douchebags forced me out of California in 2008, to North Carolina, a state where I got stuck in and couldn't find any job, for ten years, except about 10 months losing money as a taxi driver. I will not willingly set foot in North Carolina for the rest of my life. I hate the whole fucking state. I met a few cool people there, but it was ten years of living hell for me. I'll keep blogging as long as I can...
Blogger's note: 5:43 pm, same day. I was able to get back in this afternoon. The screen the came up this morning had no other option to sign in. Never seen that screen before. So that's cool. Still hate NC.
I'm doing a lot of writing on a platform called Substack now. Check it out:
Steve Emig The White Bear's Substack
Saturday, July 15, 2023
The 1987 AFA Freestyle Masters championships finals
This contest was the 1987 finals for the AFA, only the third year BMX freestyle was an actual sport. It was held at the Olympic Velodrome on the Cal State Dominguez Hills campus.
Tuesday, July 11, 2023
The unexpected revival of American Gladiators in 2023
Monday, July 10, 2023
The first video I produced and directed: AFA Oregon Pro Flatland in 1987
Saturday, July 8, 2023
Welcome to Dystopia... inflation and homeless and tweekers, Oh my!
One day in October 2019, I woke up with this idea for a big writing project. I have been an armchair futurist thinker since I was a kid. I've been trying to figure out what comes next, and where society is heading for many years. I'm just a geek on economic and future trends and stuff like that, I read big books and listen to content that would bore the crap out of most people. I had a whole bunch of ideas, based on theories I first read about in the 1990's, that the 2020's would see a major recession, maybe a great depression, and a whole lot of other change. These ideas were al kind of related, bouncing around my brain. I hadn't tried to organize them in any coherent way.
The big idea was to watch 20 or 30 trailers to dystopian future movies from the 1960's, 1970's, and 1980's, and see how the future those writers and directors predicted compared with that year, 2019. I realized I was living in the "future" of my high school self. In a weird coincidence, the sci-fi classic Blade Runner, from 1982, was set in Los Angeles in November of 2019. That tripped me out.
That idea turned into a 7 month project, and became a 20 chapter "book/blog thing" I titled:
Welcome to Dystopia: The Future is Now- Book 1
I wrote and published this project as a blog, from November 2019 until the first week in June, 2020. So I started this 3-4 months before the pandemic his U.S. shores. It's had a little over 3,000 page views in 3 years. Not bad, considering it's big, theories most people have never heard of, and hard to read.
Today I wrote a quick Facebook post, linking a news piece of how Republican judges are begging the Supreme Court to shoot down the "Boise decision," which validates the civil rights of homeless people in western states (the 9th Circuit). The ruling allows homeless people, like me, to sleep outside legally, when the city doesn't have beds available for everyone.
That post that I didn't think much about got 10 or 12 comments in minutes, from across the spectrum. So I liked everyone's comment, thanking them for adding their 2 cents worth, even if I disagreed. Then I wrote a big response of my own, several bullet points that most people don't realize about homelessness. One major point is that the rise in homeless people is a nationwide issue, in big cities in red states and blue states, and it's not a Democrat or Republican fuck up, it's a bi-partisan shitstorm. The homeless issue is not just a San Francisco, L.A., Seattle thing. Pick a major city, red or blue state, and look it up with "homeless crisis" on YouTube. There's bums (like me) pretty much everywhere. Except Gary, Indiana, there's like 12,000 abandoned houses there.
In that initial Facebook post, I joked that I was "just waiting for the bus ride to the concentration camp," because that seems to be the solution many people on the far right favor to deal with homelessness. I also mentioned that homeless people were the first people in the Nazi concentration camps. I heard that from a Pacifica archives interview, on KPFK radio, in the early 2000's. Back in the 1960's, I believe, someone was interviewing a woman who was 8 or 9 years old when the Nazis rose to power in Germany, and she lived in Berlin. She said the first time she realized something was really wrong was when her family drove around Berlin one day, and all the homeless people had disappeared. Just GONE. And the adults wouldn't say a word about it. As a young girl, she knew something was wrong. It was months, maybe a year or two, before rumors of intellectuals, dissidents, Jews, Gypsies, and others were being taken to camps. But the sudden disappearance of all the homeless people was the first clue she had to how bad things were beginning to get.
As mentioned in this You Tube short video, there were badges on the German concentration camp uniforms, designating what group a prisoner belonged to. A downward pointing black triangle was for lesbians, derelicts (aka homeless people), and some similar groups. There were several other badges, the most well known being the gold Jewish star for Jews.
I've been trying to simply make a living, as a writer/artist, in a 21st century way, for over a decade now. I've spent over 15 years in and out of homelessness, in the past 24 years. I was working for 35 hours or more (up to 80+) a week, for 7 or 8 of my homeless years. If there was a job I could get, and actually do, that paid enough to rent a room or apartment, I would have done it a long time ago.
I lived in my taxi, working 70-80+ hours a week, for 5 1/2 years (1999-2007) and wound up unable to make money any more. The taxi cost $550-$600 a week to lease, and I just couldn't make enough anymore, as the industry declined due to new technology. I went from working 80 hours one week to living on the streets the next week, in November of 2007. A year later, I went back East, to North Carolina, where my family ended up living, and could not get hired for any job, except driving a taxi for a year, for ten years. I couldn't get a job as a gas station clerk, nothing, back there. I started selling my Sharpie art in late 2015 because I couldn't find a "real" job. I wasn't trying to become a famous artist, I was trying to make any money I could with the one thing I could do back there, and sell online. I've been a working, if usually homeless, artist for 7 1/2 years now. I've been able to sell art, and scrape by, but not ratchet it up to a livable income.
My point here is that the huge homeless crisis across the U.S. today is part of a much bigger transition, a change in society from the fading Industrial Age to the emerging, but not fully developed, Information Age. There's a huge demographic issue, along with all the other issues, creating a huge number of people, like myself, who have "fallen through the cracks" of working life. This began with the closing of thousands of factories in the late 1970's and early 1980's, and continues today.
The homeless housing programs don't put people back to work, they put people on taxpayer-paid-for programs that house them for a while. Most people bounce out of the programs within a few months or a couple of years. If they begin to make a living, they lose housing, medical, and everything else. So they don't work, just do side hustles for cash.
Your tax dollars (an now inflation) pay for these people's rent, food, all medical expenses, and even their furniture, big screen TV, and Netflix bills. You are already paying for around an estimated 6 to 10 million people, who are living off of government checks. The housing programs are not set up to get homeless people working, paying their own rent, and paying taxes again. That's reality.
Go to any housing person and ask them, "Show me ten former homeless people who are making $40K or more a year, and paying their own rent." They can't do it. Only a hand full of people, out of every thousand, go back to full time work, and that's usually with help form family or friends. That's the system, homelessness IS AN INDUSTRY.* It pays businesses and non-profit organizations, who pay employees, buy supplies, and do projects.** Once those businesses and non-profits get going, they want to stay in business. To stay in business, they need a continuous supply of bums. Homeless people are a commodity in an industry now, and we all know it, but normal working people, like yourselves, generally don't.
This knowledge, and a whole bunch of other things I've learned about homelessness, is part of a book I don't want to write. One, I'm sick of the issue. Two, whatever I wrote would be used against other homeless people in the future. Most people have no idea what's going on, or why homeless people don't get jobs, and why the number of homeless people keeps going up.
L.A., as just recently reported, has 9% more people than it did a year ago (L.A. Times article). The problem isn't going away soon, even if the extreme right wingers had us all shipped to American concentration camps. There'd be 30,000 more bums on the streets in a year or two, because there are many different forces leading people to become homeless. The coming recession will make the problem worse, for a while, anyhow.
We have something like 12 million vacant homes and condos in the U.S., plus thousands of commercial buildings, empty. We COULD house everyone in the U.S.. We, as a nation, currently choose not to. That's the reality. There's a guy living in a tent, on the sidewalk, in front of a vacant storefront, a mile from where I'm sitting right now. That store has been vacant for about a year. That's the dichotomy of the problem right now. It's not going to change anytime soon.
I think my big "book/blog thing," Dystopia, linked above, explains the Big Picture better than anything else I've seen. It's based on three big theories of human society that most people haven't heard of. If you're interested in that, check it out.
One last thought. The Ten Year Plan to End Homelessness rolled out in 2002. It was adapted in many cities in the 2-4 years after that. The overall homeless population increased dramatically, instead. Perhaps that was really the 10 year plan to MONETIZE homelessness. Or perhaps it just wasn't a great plan. I'm not sure.
Meanwhile, I'll keep writing, drawing my Sharpie pictures, and trying to create my own job, and rent a place some day.
*OK, this former sheriff was very controversial, and I'm not of fan of him, in general. But on this issue, he's right.
** The tiny homes in L.A. have cost an average of $42,000 per bed, PLUS $55 a night, per bed, for service fees. L.A. could house the homeless in Extended Stay Americas for less money. For REAL.
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