Kleenex is now selling disposable hand towel, like a thicker larger nose tissue deal…. They say “why use the same hand towel over and over”. Fuck you Kleenex, people on earth don’t need this dumb shit.
I have had my staghorn fern, Platycerium bifurcatum, for some time now, and I like the general funkiness that this plant rocks. I like it kind of smallish however, once it gets to reaching out in all kinds of directions, taking up way too much room, I like to cut it back. I have done this a couple times during the 4 years that I have had this plant. Tonight I decided to use the beautiful flow of the plant, for a nice beyond the grave kind of contribution from the cuttings. I keep these Pure brand bottles around for Humboldt Park public drinking, I know I know, cats out of the bag now. Sapphire and Juice (of any kind really), shaken with some cubes, enjoy the walk. So… yeah, any bottle or cup will do, but don’t take some trip to some store for a vase, I mean really, look around you.
Crazy, all I can think about is getting permission to leave work for a anti war march and rally in Champaign a long long time ago. The first invasion of Iraq was the occasion, no blood for oil was the chant, Champaign Surplus was the job. That was like 91 or so… now 2010 the last combat troops are leaving under the cover of night and Ramadan. Pretty cool, pretty sad. Mostly sad. Shit is still off the guard rail in Afghanistan, and will be for a long time. I just hope people can make it home safely, the rule is generally that they do not. Boo war!
Another moment in personal failure, I love this shit. I’m getting so good at it.
not really a sentiment about anyone, that song was playing in my last dream this morning, it was really the intro part, just lazily rolling in the background, there was some walking through a wooded path, a scent of lavender. That is about all I could take into the conscious world from that dream. Selby always said don’t touch your head or even move your head of you find yourself waking from a dream that you want to recall. Something about the physical sense of touch and movement rushing the brain into the day, pushing the dreams further away into your head to not be recalled. Try it, it works… if you can remember to do it. I just turned 40. I feel the same, as I should.
Having a job is good. So many people having without jobs is bad.
The animation below is only up to 2009, there have been no job growth from then up to til now. It would be much darker now.
Mad Men a very good tele show, everything reality tele, bad.
Marlon Sandro… damn good. MMA, the end of civilization, which is bad.
The sun, always good. The largest piece of Greenland to break off in recorded history…. well, this is bad.
The new Big Boi album is very good. The lack of a new Outkast album is bad.
The consistent opening of hydrants in my hood is good for the kids, great to see them have fun. The wasting of water is bad, the pool two blocks away is free.
Turning 40 is good, I made it. About 40 more on the earth, not sure if this is bad, just a thought.
Obama, good. Not so much change we can believe in, this is bad. (though republican obstruction is a major cause of this feeling, I would like to see him rock bigger balls)
Connecting with some people on Facebook is good, Connecting with some people in Facebook is bad.
Having a nice bass and amp is good. Having to sell my bass and amp is bad.
Babies are good. Baby poop is bad.
Living just enough for the city (thanks Stevie Wonder) is good. Not making enough to live in the city is bad.
Design is good. Talking about design all the time is bad.
Friends and Family are good. Friends and Family are good. got cha!
Old school Dandelion friend Molly posted this on her FB page, gotta share. Loose, and lovely! People don’t think the streets can kick it lovely almost formal at times… really.
One note on the OPD car, those are some retro ominous police cars they rock. I got the chills seein them when i was out about a year ago. Kind of One Adam 12.
I have a sinking feeling coursing through my body right now. I feel blessed to be awake and somewhat full of life. I didn’t think much of the fire truck, ambulance, and three cop SUVs that were next door to my building this morning. I just figured, some Humboldt Park drama of some kind, no one seemed to be in a rush. But as I walked my dog by the building to go get a coffee, I realized that no one live in that building but hard working single mothers and their cute little kids. I wondered….. I walked, coffee’d up I chatted with my favorite little neighbor kids on the sidewalk in front of that building. There was only one Chicago Police Department SUV there now, the officers were still inside. The ambulance, was gone, the kids were playing with their little toy terrier as we talked. There was one adult out there, I had never seen her. She was very nice and really in love with my dog Poppy. We talked, for a little, the kids were all petting Poppy when the cutes of the all the kids says to me “did you know the police came to our house to wake my mom up? she wouldn’t wake up though”, little chubby cute boy says “because she’s dead”. The little girl is 5 or 6, the boy is only a couple years older than her. I look at the adult, and she nods to me. A nod that told me what the little girl said was so true. I choke my tears back, as this little one pets Poppy and asked me if she is gonna wake up. This is the most heart ripping thing I have been a part of in a long while. People, live and love. More love, more living. Meet your neighbors, her name was Nancy and she was sick. She didn’t seem sick, I didn’t know anything about her, other than she was a great mother, and a very friendly woman. She never pulled her kids back from Poppy like other people on the block do. So… Rest in Peace Nancy. I can hear the kids outside my window right now, playing, laughing even. They don’t seem to know the reality of this yet, well except for the little boy that called it like it was. I’m underpaid, not the happiest camper in the world, I miss my family and can’t believe I can’t just jump in a car to go see my mom right now, my shoulder hurts, the cubs suck, dead ends abound. But I tell you this. Life isn’t that bad.
I just read someones Facebook post about floral design, they said all hail good design. No! I”m not hailing that bullshit, this is what most sentences that use the word design sound like in my ears.
I went to the design, and ate design, then we all… well you know design, after that, design. Oh did i tell you? design? but the best was design. It looks design! have you met jack design and julie design? they are so design. Bad design, oh.. wait, good design, lines, pop, design, clean, mid design, magazine, online, design, what kind of dog is that? design,
