Cut Ties

10.22.2010 | by | 3 Comments


To get from my modest home-town of the Lehigh Valley, Pennsylvania to Los Angeles, California, I took a train with my then boyfriend, Joe, who coined our generation as the “Bland Generation” and claimed to carry, “the weight of the Bland Generation” on his shoulders. Needless to say, it was four days full of high speed land-travel, and large, strung out egos. By the time I arrived on the west coast, I had a full human grasp on exactly how far away i was from home (a bit over 3,000 miles).

In lieu of feeling homesick, and my attraction to “online scrabble” with my stepmother, I joined Facebook. The red flag should have been when Mar (my stepmother) and I were playing scrabble on Facebook in the same room. Nay, I ignored all warnings, and continued on for two years utilizing what the social network could help me do best: talk to and watch the lives of my friends on the east coast.

It is now a week since I’ve seen David Fincher‘s new film, “The Social Network”, a high-budget, well-acted, human drama on the creation and exploitation of this website. It is now four days since i have gone without said social network, and honestly, life is a little strange.
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McMarriage

10.20.2010 | by | Comment



Apparently McDonald’s Hong Kong now offers wedding packages… It has come to this, people can now be married at McDonalds. Ah yes, the wonderful sanctity of Marriage…

By the power vested in me by Ronald McDonald, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Would you like fries with your matrimony?

via VBS.tv

Pause For Techno

10.14.2010 | by | Comment


You Are What you Do

10.11.2010 | by | Comment



Hats off gentlemen… No matter how hard you try, The Invisible Children cannot be ignored. You have to commend them on the level of organization and creativity that makes up this activist group, not to mention, their knack for creating positive tangible change.

Learn more about their cause here.

Via Wooster Collective

Sagan (inspired) Sunday

10.10.2010 | by | Comment


Good one…
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Speak With Conviction

10.06.2010 | by | Comment


In case you hadn’t noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you’re talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you’re saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)’s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren’t, like, questions? You know?

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Bombs Aweigh

10.04.2010 | by | Comment


“Don’t cooperate with your children’s school unless the school has come to you in person to work out a meeting of the minds – on your turf, not theirs. Only a desperado would blindly trust his children to a collection of untested strangers and hope for the best. Parents and school personnel are just plain natural adversaries. One group is trying to make a living; the other is trying to make a work of art called a family. If you allow yourself to be co-opted by flattery, seduced with worthless payoffs such as special classes or programs, intimidated by Alice in Wonderland titles and degrees, you will become the enemy within, the extension of state schooling into your own home. Shame on you if you allow that. Your job is to educate, the schoolteacher’s is to school; you work for love, the teacher for money. You can make your own son or daughter one of a kind if you have the time and will to do so; school can only make them part of a hive, a herd, or an anthill.

Schools would be the insurance policy for a new industrial order which, as an unfortunate by-product of its operations, would destroy the American family, the small farmer, the landscape, the air, the water, the religious base of community life, the time-honored covenant that Americans could rise and fall by their own efforts. This industrial order would destroy democracy itself, and the promise held out to common men and women that if they were ever backed into a corner by their leaders, they might change things overnight at the ballot box.”

- John Taylor Gatto 1995

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