* ocean forest soil/compost * reusing plastic soup takeout container * solar charging batteries for powering * * nighttime lights, almost exclusively work phone, sometimes home phone, charging each other for storage, charging headphones * “composting” on the soil organic matter (dead leaves, ash from weed/incense) * collecting rainwater for watering * * collecting rainwater […]
I had a rough run-in with snakeroot. It’s everywhere ’round where I live in Brookline. It was popping up in my raspberries, and I started pulling it–even with more incentive once I noted that it’s toxic to humans and animals. Later that night, I found myself in my bathroom inches away from death. As my […]
upon understanding the depth of the evil in the construt of vietname and who dief shw what for why for what what is up rod onw.
this is the breadcrumb trail to my radicalizaztion.
Is this the anthropology of my madness. yep. yep. seems that way.
I find myself becoming more radical every week. what is my impact. where can I show what is wrong. if my life is worthless, then let my compost nurture the noblest root.
if I have the best, then use it. growing up immigrant/middle class (let’s not sugar-coat the poor), you always savored the mint of the best. yet I hoard things. I “save” them. But why? Play with the cheap, but in the end stick with the best. that’s what money is for.
dont have one of those loop things to attach your lens cap with a screen. you can’t walk with the cap off because it bounces and dangles. keep the cap off if you’re going to take a lot of pictures. leave it off and in your pocket.
am I being too witty? these note numbers will run out, will they overlap, what will I resort to so to ensure (that sucks, “to so to”) that each will be unique? the madness.
oh that’s one more reason to fix the fucking hell shit out of my fucking hell shit life. upon realizing (again and again and again) that I need to clean out my closet.