I watched Battle in Seattle last night. It was pretty good. Though I suggest that one should follow it up with this is what democracy looks like. Both pieces are on the WTO protests that occurred in 1999 in Seattle which actually *shut down* the talks. This is what democracy looks like focuses on the protest itself and the use of force used on a non-violent protest whereas Battle in Seattle is a character driven piece and shows several different perspectives of the protest; the protestors of course, a cop, an apathetic citizen of seattle, and a few WTO delegates.
The movie last night inspired some conversation about what drives people to sacrifice and fight. Which I haven't really thought about in the past--5 or 6 months.
Control of my life is why is fight. Freedom and liberty for real--not the shit that is pre packaged flag waving american patriotic--I'm talking real freedom--free from money, meaningless work, social mores--etc. etc.
that and equality--I *know* life is in no way fair--but I feel a sense of injustice that I have so much and other have so little because of things beyond their control. It's just not right in my head to see people struggle because of the class they were born into. If one struggles we should all struggle as a human race. If one is sucessful then we should all find life a breeze. We should not be so far removed from each other as to not be able to comprehend our own humanity.
hmmph.
ha ha ha ha ha!it's about time!
I wish more people could hack into these road signs. and type funny messages.
I bet anyone passing this sign on their way to work had something to giggle about all day.
People are too serious.
and zombies make me giggle.
So I've been neglectful.
yes yes yes. Apparently I've been neglectful to a bunch of things one including my ever present pile of laundry that is growing in my room. and my mom. and my health. and people that I care very dearly about.
I'm not sure how to handle this task. my gut instinct is to dash it to pieces in frustration I suppose. but my head and heart is saying no this is not rational at all. In fact it's ridiculous. completely and utterly ridiculous. stupidly ridiculous.
I don't know.
It seems like everyone knows where they've been and how to define their failings in past relationships. This doesn't happen for me. I never know exactly why things don't work--I just know something doesn't fit and that's it. I can't define things I just do. I don't think before I do because I feel like that is false--like thinking about an action might cause me to hide a feeling that I'm really feeling and thus not real. not me.
I'm at odds with myself constantly these past 10 days. that's frightening to others and when I really think about it myself. Perhaps I'm like a bull in a glass shop moving and breaking whenever I step. Maybe I should stop moving--that's why I do--fear of saying something hurtful.
sooo complicated.
yes yes yes. Apparently I've been neglectful to a bunch of things one including my ever present pile of laundry that is growing in my room. and my mom. and my health. and people that I care very dearly about.
I'm not sure how to handle this task. my gut instinct is to dash it to pieces in frustration I suppose. but my head and heart is saying no this is not rational at all. In fact it's ridiculous. completely and utterly ridiculous. stupidly ridiculous.
I don't know.
It seems like everyone knows where they've been and how to define their failings in past relationships. This doesn't happen for me. I never know exactly why things don't work--I just know something doesn't fit and that's it. I can't define things I just do. I don't think before I do because I feel like that is false--like thinking about an action might cause me to hide a feeling that I'm really feeling and thus not real. not me.
I'm at odds with myself constantly these past 10 days. that's frightening to others and when I really think about it myself. Perhaps I'm like a bull in a glass shop moving and breaking whenever I step. Maybe I should stop moving--that's why I do--fear of saying something hurtful.
sooo complicated.
shitty shitty shitty shit shit shit.
BAHHHHH.
I fell off the couch and have a weird bruise on my arm.
I have three boxes of shipment and 7 hours to complete them(full of tiny shit to price).
and I want to play mandolin.
BAHHHHH.
I fell off the couch and have a weird bruise on my arm.
I have three boxes of shipment and 7 hours to complete them(full of tiny shit to price).
and I want to play mandolin.
So I have had this thought for awhile now.
With the economic recession and the widening gap between the rich and poor in america, the slowing of social mobility, the hum drum lives that people are complacent with--I've starting to think that the greatest thing that could possibly be achieved in this life is the ability to find the love of your life. To be able to have that person that you can relax around and joke and talk about things for real with. To find that person whom you are able to feel passionate about and have it returned.
I feel that a person who has found that love it doesn't matter in what conditions your life occurs--that love makes life worth living.
With the economic recession and the widening gap between the rich and poor in america, the slowing of social mobility, the hum drum lives that people are complacent with--I've starting to think that the greatest thing that could possibly be achieved in this life is the ability to find the love of your life. To be able to have that person that you can relax around and joke and talk about things for real with. To find that person whom you are able to feel passionate about and have it returned.
I feel that a person who has found that love it doesn't matter in what conditions your life occurs--that love makes life worth living.
I need a hot fudge sunday. stat. with gummi bears on top.
I might be going to obama's inauguration. ho-ly shit. Friend Natalie(fellow flower) is heading out to dc at 4 am this tuesday and wants my butt in the car. YAY! I'm excited because this is HISTORICAL (and I'm a historian). And I LOVE dc. Plus my friend are rad.
So I paint and I'm selling shirt with designs on them. All of them are machine-washable and awesome. So there
