towels

     Simona and I really are a hell of team. When I have no time for chores she takes over, when she has no time, I do the work. I clean the bathroom - she takes care of the cat litter. Bang-Bang. Moving in with her was effortless, and we never had any issues dealing with things domestic, except for one.

     For some reason that I am sure involves a deep-seated paranoia, I am fastidious about hanging my towel. I don’t know what it is, but it needs to hang and it needs to hang neatly. Simona on the other hand plays it fast and loose. She tends to be more of crammer when the towel rack is concerned. I can complain about it, and sometimes I did, but these days when I see no space for my own towel on the rack I just shove her towels aside and jam mine in along with hers (it’s kinda refreshing). And, whenever she leaves town, a messy rack makes me think of her. It reminds me I get to share my life with this wonderful human being.

     No relationship is ever perfect, but if the biggest issue you have is towels? I think you’re doing alright.

May Day Rally 2010

I think it's delicious that Georgia's and Alabama's stern stance against undocumented workers has resulted in BILLIONS of dollars in lost revenue to the states due to there being no one to pick their crops.

Having said that I don't like the connotation that the only job Mexicans are qualified for is picking crops.

Two notes on these photos, they were taken last year at the May Day Rally and I don't really know exactly how much fiscal damage this crisis has actually caused, but a billion dollars sounds like a pretty big number so there you are.

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They're meant to be viewed full-sized.)

Sweet Like Harmony Made Into Flesh

You know, I was never really what you call a political environmentalist. Not like one of these global worming types. I have this thing called humility before nature, that keeps me from thinking that puny human beings can control the outcome of something so large and so complex as climate of an entire planet. I drive a hybrid but it has nothing to do with carbon emissions, it’s because I hate the idea of my money going to rich oil tycoons. Honestly, oil companies are the worst, but I digress. And don’t get me started on these chumps that think that anything we can do could possibly end all life here on Earth. Trust me, life has made it through a whole lot worse than a little extra carbon in the atmosphere.






But still, as the old saying goes, don’t shit where you eat. And the thing about that is, something is always eating somewhere on this planet, so let’s try not to shit all over it. I recycle when I can and try not to take things like plastic bags and straws when I don’t need them (seriously, I did a beach cleanup once and wound up with a bag full of straws. It was kinda gross). I try and save water and yeah I drive a hybrid. What the hell why not mention that again. Recycling and conservation, I mean it just makes sense on its own level. No one cleans their house because it will keep a polar bear from drowning, they do it because they don’t want to live in filth.

Dilemma? Really?

George Washington was a punk ass bitch. I don’t really care if you think different because you’re wrong. No offense, but let’s face facts. Yes he was the first president of the United States of America. The father of our great country, whatever. Someone had to do it and he was in the mix.

I mean, I don’t know about you but I don’t want to idolize the man who owned slaves and then refused to take a stand about it one way or the other. Much like Puerto Rico, he wanted it both ways, privately thinking that slave owning was wrong, while publicly owning fucking slaves! And when abolition came to the table during the first continental congress he was too much of a pussy to say, “Nah man this slavery bullshit right here is wrong. We should totally put a stop to it.” Probably kept that little gem inside because it would have meant there was no way he could of maintained Mount Vernon and the large piles of plantation money it generated. Instead he was more like, “Well how about I don’t say anything. Sound good to you guys?” The original don’t ask don’t tell. Bullshit.
And I know some of you are saying, “But he freed his slaves.” Nope! What he did was put it in his will that his slaves could go free after his wife died. Not even after he died, after his wife died! What a noble effort from the man who supposedly couldn’t tell a lie after he cut down a stupid tree. And by the way you know how many slaves he owned at the time? Over 300. He got his first 10 slaves at age 11. Who needs 10 slaves at the ripe old age of 11?
I hate the nonchalance at which people blurt out, “Well it was the way things were at time. Everyone owned slaves.” No not everyone: Adams never owned a slave in his life and actively denounced the idea. And let’s get it straight, slavery was not a “dilemma.” It’s not good for a country’s soul to compare one of the great atrocities humanity has ever committed to the inconvenience of running out of underwear. So stop right now and speak the truth, slavery is fucked up especially if it’s en masse and en vogue, and owning them makes you a punk ass bitch.

Flowers

So, plant genitalia. What can I say about them that hasn’t already been said. A rose by any other name would be testicles. Gives new meaning to what you’re supposed to stop and smell every once and a while.

But still, they’re pretty and everyone loves them. Simona and I went to the downtown flower district on Wall between 7th and 8th early one Saturday, it’s one of the few parts of the city that actually smells nice and not like urine.



What did the pistil of the daisy say to the petal when it was about to fall off?

"Stay, man!"
A good stamen joke is hard to come by. Thanks Gorgeous.