How different we are. Some bore down to the smallest details of the every day, so lost in themselves, until nothing is magical and everything is. And some look for some big amazing story to take over. And both ways give us hope.
And then it’s a real winter. Snow on top of roofs, frozen grass that crackles under steps. For once I remember to change the clocks to wintertime, but wake up at eight anyway. Laundry, school work, I even work on the essays I’ve procrastinated with for six months. Two journal pages and the clock isn’t even twelve. I like today.
lovely lovely things:
nicole-is-online, brian cronin, ghostco, veera tiainen, johannes ekholm.
World vegan day is on Sunday.
The folks at veganfreaks nail it:
I feel sorry for you, one guy said, and the other followed up, seriously asking “Have you ever had real meat? You know, vennison? Bear? If you had any of that, you wouldn’t be vegetarian.”I told him that I had eaten vennison in the past, but that it didn’t do much for me (even when I liked meat) and that now, I’d not be into it either. But I was kind of taken aback by the question. I mean, I’ve heard a lot of comments from carnivores ignorant about veganism, but this one was certainly a new one. In that moment, I felt just a tiny bit of what I imagine a lesbian must feel like when she’s told that she’d be straight if only she got a good fuck from a man.
If I’d be inclined to steal a child I’d like this one. (now that came out wrong.)
got a package in the mail. went to see a weird movie. read to a test. wrote an essay. it is cold and wet and i don’t know where my winter shoes are. i forgot how much i dislike the finnish winter.