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Feel free to read this as a philosophical social commentary on public taste. Or… don’t.

I haven’t been impressed with the beer in the Pacific Northwest. Overly bitter and hoppy. Is everyone drunk? It’s gross. As far as my tastes go, I do like to eat “bitter” foods like leafy greens, grapefruit peel, dark coffee. Bitter almost ceases to be a flavor, and turns in to a texture. It’s nice actually, much better than sickly-sweet milk chocolate that’s more powdered milk and cocoa. I’ve been cutting out a lot of sugar out of my palate.

But back to beer: I’ve tried a handful in the Portland area, and they all seem a deathly combination of sour and bitter. But not sour enough to stand out… the bitterness takes over, turning the drink into muddy waters. Muddy. Rotten. Ew. Yuck. No thank you, I’ll just have wine.

And yes, I may be a noob. I remember when I used to hate coffee growing up. In my defense, the coffee I tried was almost always thickened with powdered “creaammmer” (GROSS) and not the delicious heavy cream my husband uses. Not to mention fresh beans.

So is there something I’m missing? Have I just tried all the bad beers? I’m sure many will just shrug and say “It’s an acquired taste”. Welllllll – and here’s a little jab to you IPA lovers – by “acquired”, do you mean I have to be drunk in order to enjoy it?


Homosexual fashions and why they are the way they are.

Walker Evans Archive, 1994

“Subway Passengers, New York City: Two Women” — Walker Evans Archive, 1994

So, I’m curious, when I Google “Lesbian Fashion”, why is it I get a bazillion results of girls with cropped hair and ties? I mean, try it. Why aren’t there more “girly” lesbians?

And when I Google “Gay Fashion”, why do I get a bunch of colors and patterns and speedos? I will say, gay fashion seems much more diverse than lesbian. Much more erotic too… why is that?

Actually, why do either of those idea exist? Isn’t fashion fashion? The idea of women vs men’s fashion make more sense simply because women’s bodies are different than men’s bodies. But a fashion based on sexuality? I dunno, it seems… redundant. I mean, think of “heterosexual fashion”… what would that be? A t-shirt with vanilla ice cream cones on it?

Anyways, I don’t get it. Maybe Google isn’t the best source for this analysis, but I dunno…. Google kind of rules the internet, and the internet kind of rules the world, right? What’s going on? Ice cream? Hot Fudge? Pecans? Laundry? Oh yeah, laundry… I need to go do laundry.

Wake up dear.

“It’s All About Love” Photographer : Candida Performa (cc)

I wrestle with not wanting to be noticed, yet wanting to effect change. Sometimes I relish speaking my mind to brick walls simply because the act alone is quite zealous for me.  It’s as if by saying thoughts, thoughts come into being. I said it. Bam. It is. Like sifting though all the particles of mind to pick out the bad and distill the real.

It’s interesting how the world is manipulated. The only way the world can be good is if it can rise up in spite of itself. It’s not as if pain is pleasure, but the two are twined for now. We maneuver through the maze, trying not to step on each other. A dance of sorts, but a wearying one.

I’ll be glad to be older, the young years can be full of trouble and frailty. My only goal is to find goodness now so that it will stay with me when my roots set. I can feel myself turning 30, though it’s still a good 5 years away. Can’t say I ever lived the teenage dream, but then I can’t say one ever existed.

Watch your feet padawan.

(c) Lorenz kerscher

(c) Lorenz kerscher

Is it just me, or do most people ignore the idea that balance exists? Or if they do try to balance ideas, they keep comparing apples to oranges… Hmm. It’s like this whole “open-minded” term: Why does it have such a positive connotation? Close-mindedness has just as much validity. Sigh… probably overreaction to the collective wrongs of past generations who tended to be more close-minded. There we go with that over-correcting thing again.

So I have this friend on Facebook, posts quizzes ALL. THE. TIME. So I take these quizzes (it’s his fault). Apparently on a scale from 1 to 100 I’m 66% Millennial or something… which according to the chart thingy puts me at about 1977? I knew I always like the 70’s… something about the architecture… angles… wood… whatever.

Anyways, BALANCE. Yes. Myeessssss. Well, it might just be a “western” mishap… Is there anyone from China out there? Or Japan? Yeah because I’m pretty sure those are the only two asian countries that exist. Oh, and lets not forget India.  Right. Hey, maybe I’ll just call myself a non-specific “Buddhist” and get me some nice Thai fisherman’s pants. OH! THAILAND! THERE ARE FOUR ASIAN COUNTRIES! Wow, I learn so much just typing out my thoughts.

Ok, well, to wrap this up – a proverbial sushi roll – I would like to encourage all free peoples (and all peoples who aren’t sure what freedom is) to consider: “How is my balance today?” Find comfort in the fact that you even ask such a question, but not too much comfort that you never answer it. That whole “Well if you’re asking the question then you probably don’t have the problem” thing is a big load of rotten coconuts. And that does NOT make a satisfactory pina colada. And PINA COLADAS… are not asian. SO:

Who else?

To be a child.

There’s a picking bird underneath my brain, pick pick picking.  Between the conjunction of spine and tissue, in a dark little place. A dead little bird.

There are many who boast of their love of truth, who, in truth, are only interested in what they see to be “new” and are quick to make their nobility known. Does one consumed by noble desire have time to complain against lies?

There are also many who believe in “common sense” as a virtue – as the only of the every – and that deviation from this common carries folly. Have current convictions been immune to the spiral of history?

The tragedy, is that the young are getting younger, and the old are getting foolish. Innocence broke a long time ago, and though the larger shards have been gathered, there are still so many grains and slivers without meaning. What are children now but ignorant screams hushed by ignorant ears?

Now, little bird, listen.

I cannot stop you, you have been given authority. I cannot kill you, you are already dead. I cannot silence you, you are too quick for me. What I can do, is give you the attention you never asked for, and ask,

“Who are you?”

EDIT: [9/11/14 12:46 – Something just clunked into the window next to me. I’m not certain, but I think it was a bird!]