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10

Nov

Interested.

Interested.

Annoyed.

Annoyed.

Mad.

Mad.

My favorite t-shirt in the whole wide world

My favorite t-shirt in the whole wide world

08

Nov

Hahaha

Oregon police have charged a man with drunken driving after he called 911 to report his marijuana was stolen but the dispatcher couldn’t understand him because he was vomiting while on the road.

07

Nov

Oliver smiled!! Woohoo!

Buggenheimer!!

That’s Oliver’s nickname.

I Still Miss Her

The time was fall of 2007. I am walking with someone who is very dear to me. Someone I adore deeply. She is a woman my age. Where we are walking is a heavily forested area that is all her land. It is remote and far away from everythingin north central Minnesota. . There is only one road through here. The forest on her land is broken by two hay fields, two horse pastures, half a dozen natural clearings, and a house and barn. There are 15 horses here, a couple tractors, assorted haying machinery, horse trailers, and the like. She looks after it all…

04

Nov

Whoa.

I think all of the cold medicine I’ve been taking is building up in my system, I feel pretty awesome right now. Room is a little spinny but whatever.

GPOYW- I think my house is haunted. I’m always seeing things out of the corner of my eye. This was one of those moments.

GPOYW- I think my house is haunted. I’m always seeing things out of the corner of my eye. This was one of those moments.

I’m on a new diet. I’m on a Weekly World News Garth Brooks Juice Diet.

02

Nov

foodwhore:

Pizza Egg Rolls

At Night We Speak

You haunt that garden in my dreams, still working hard to make the soil produce something of value, something we need. I watch you work, the same little girl who watched you so many years ago. Only this time that little girl knows what an empty dark world you were hiding, she is no longer filled with wonder and dreams. Reality got to her and ripped out her seams.

29

Oct

(via juliasegal)

(via juliasegal)

Appearing cheerful is vital in a society where all of life monitored by an employer, a credit rating bureau or the media’s projection of the world, and mediated by the financialization of life’s every aspect. Every action and movement is a transaction, some as large as the mortgage, others as small as the purchase of a bus token, or the cost of a cell phone call, gasoline, vehicle maintenance and parking costs for movement within the sprawling asphalt grids we call communities. Even respite from work with its vacation “leisure destinations” put on the credit card, and even the greatest commons of all, nature, has a cost of access, whether it be admission to national parks or the cost of camping and other “recreational equipment.” In the background a tabulator relentlessly calculates our bill for the thoroughly transactional and mediated life. Quit paying the bills and you are disappeared. Erased from the screens of a society of watchers watching each other — or watching celebrities, those godlike creatures dwelling on the Olympus of the most watched … and dreaming of perhaps being watched on Oprah by even more watchers than already watch us for some fleeting few seconds. There is a flickering screen or monitor in front of and between every citizen of the mediated society of watchers. Whether we watch television or other media matters not, we dwell among the watchers in a surveillance society of our peers. We dress appropriately, speak middle class English, not urban street slang or redneck, and look as prosperous as possible, or as hip as possible, or as learned or pious or whatever within our peer groups, and for outsider groups. No jokers, smokers or midnight tokers allowed in Mainstream American society and culture, which consists of working, consuming and “appearing to be,” but never purely being. We flow willingly through the transactional circuitry of the wealth economy like ghosts, optimistic and eerily cheerful, encountering one another through the hierarchical commodity affinity groups we call our peers, people who consume the same things we do, and have the same purchased identity and “lifestyle” we do. Swimmers in a sea of mass produced goods and mass produced identities through consumption of those goods, we strive for uniqueness, but not very hard, lest we lose the commodities we’ve acquired.