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Brief article in the Onion from a long time ago:
African Children Given 30,000 Unused ‘Saved Darfur’ T-Shirts
San Fransisco - Citing poor U.S. sales, San Fransisco-based Mee Tees T-shirts announced Tuesday that nearly 30,000 of their cream-colored, green-lettered “Save Darfur” T-shirts will be donated to the children of Darfur. “Frankly we thought this would be a more popular issue,” a Mee Tees spokeswoman said. “If we can no longer make money on these T-shirts, we might as well do some good and send them to the poor, victimized Sudanese children.” Due to their continued massive popularity in the industrialized world, no Che Guevara T-shirts will be donated to the stricken region.
My response: Ha ha ha. I hate Save Darfur. They explicitly say on their website that they don’t actually donate any money, supplies or services to the people of Darfur. It’s a feel good organization that allows people to feel useful, helpful maybe when all that really happens is a bunch of Westerners get together, spend their money on t-shirts they can wear to look cool among each other, and impress each other with who knows the latest death toll, the highest numbers, the most terrible stories. When will the click-and-feed phenomenon die? Actions speak louder than words? What did you say?
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Alone on the morning of my 22nd birthday, I sat in a booth at a diner, sipping something and people watching.
“Can I just get four egg whites scrambled with wheat toast, no potatoes.” She spoke as if she was blaming the waiter for her lack of self-esteem, displacing her annoyance with dieting on everyone around her.
“Anything to drink?” He asked politely, almost innocently.
“Coffee,” she barked, not even giving the waiter respect enough to look up from her phone as she answered.
I wonder if black people order egg whites. Africans would laugh at us whities. Some day I want to order four egg yellows.
It was my birthday so I ordered diet coke for breakfast. How the hell did we come up with appropriate foods for each time of day? That’s the biggest “should” of all!
Egg white lady just answered her cell phone… “And I tawld her brutha he’s gotta change the culler!” … “And I was like duh!”
Her hair is dirty blond in every way and it fits, it just fits.
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“When we are not sure, we are alive.” Grahm Greene
My response: That is why I travel. It is about moving to the unknown. Move and move and keep moving, keep throwing my line in, wading deeper into something, something uncertain, unknown. It’s not all about the insecurity, it’s also about the resolution. There is a vain side, my pride that swells when I work myself out of a paper bag or I escape from some almost danger. Either way, the excitement, the life in being alive is in the uncertainty.
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Monks recite the sutras,
Their voices a cacophony.
We make love; afterward our whispers
Mock the empty chanting.
Ikkyu
My response: Beautiful. Making love, not having sex but making love to someone, with someone, is some sort of work of art. And when its over you whisper because thats all you have left to give.
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Here’s to the American dream.
Printed on a Fruit By The Foot wrapper:
“Sometimes one simple thing can really get your life going. Imagine if your…grandpa gives you $10 for your birthday then you…buy a box of old baseball cards from a garage sale and then…the box contains a rare card worth $1 million and then…you buy your family a new house and then…while playing in your new back yard you discover oil and then…you sell the oil for another $100 million and then…after investing you become the first gazillionare in your school.”
My response: This is what we are feeding our kids. Oil money? Really?
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So much more to say but I am running on a total of 8 hours of sleep for the past 2.5 days.
African Children Given 30,000 Unused ‘Saved Darfur’ T-Shirts
San Fransisco - Citing poor U.S. sales, San Fransisco-based Mee Tees T-shirts announced Tuesday that nearly 30,000 of their cream-colored, green-lettered “Save Darfur” T-shirts will be donated to the children of Darfur. “Frankly we thought this would be a more popular issue,” a Mee Tees spokeswoman said. “If we can no longer make money on these T-shirts, we might as well do some good and send them to the poor, victimized Sudanese children.” Due to their continued massive popularity in the industrialized world, no Che Guevara T-shirts will be donated to the stricken region.
My response: Ha ha ha. I hate Save Darfur. They explicitly say on their website that they don’t actually donate any money, supplies or services to the people of Darfur. It’s a feel good organization that allows people to feel useful, helpful maybe when all that really happens is a bunch of Westerners get together, spend their money on t-shirts they can wear to look cool among each other, and impress each other with who knows the latest death toll, the highest numbers, the most terrible stories. When will the click-and-feed phenomenon die? Actions speak louder than words? What did you say?
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Alone on the morning of my 22nd birthday, I sat in a booth at a diner, sipping something and people watching.
“Can I just get four egg whites scrambled with wheat toast, no potatoes.” She spoke as if she was blaming the waiter for her lack of self-esteem, displacing her annoyance with dieting on everyone around her.
“Anything to drink?” He asked politely, almost innocently.
“Coffee,” she barked, not even giving the waiter respect enough to look up from her phone as she answered.
I wonder if black people order egg whites. Africans would laugh at us whities. Some day I want to order four egg yellows.
It was my birthday so I ordered diet coke for breakfast. How the hell did we come up with appropriate foods for each time of day? That’s the biggest “should” of all!
Egg white lady just answered her cell phone… “And I tawld her brutha he’s gotta change the culler!” … “And I was like duh!”
Her hair is dirty blond in every way and it fits, it just fits.
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“When we are not sure, we are alive.” Grahm Greene
My response: That is why I travel. It is about moving to the unknown. Move and move and keep moving, keep throwing my line in, wading deeper into something, something uncertain, unknown. It’s not all about the insecurity, it’s also about the resolution. There is a vain side, my pride that swells when I work myself out of a paper bag or I escape from some almost danger. Either way, the excitement, the life in being alive is in the uncertainty.
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Monks recite the sutras,
Their voices a cacophony.
We make love; afterward our whispers
Mock the empty chanting.
Ikkyu
My response: Beautiful. Making love, not having sex but making love to someone, with someone, is some sort of work of art. And when its over you whisper because thats all you have left to give.
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Here’s to the American dream.
Printed on a Fruit By The Foot wrapper:
“Sometimes one simple thing can really get your life going. Imagine if your…grandpa gives you $10 for your birthday then you…buy a box of old baseball cards from a garage sale and then…the box contains a rare card worth $1 million and then…you buy your family a new house and then…while playing in your new back yard you discover oil and then…you sell the oil for another $100 million and then…after investing you become the first gazillionare in your school.”
My response: This is what we are feeding our kids. Oil money? Really?
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So much more to say but I am running on a total of 8 hours of sleep for the past 2.5 days.