A smattering of thoughts from the week...

Since when does a sleeve full of tattoos and gauged ears qualify you to work in a health food store? Organic salmon links do not a health nut make, nor does self-mutilation or dyed hair. However, I can’t help but grimace at the idea that a guy who looks like he set out to be a guitar god and failed miserably is now a connoisseur of organic cheeses and animal testing-free shampoo. Granted, this establishment is larger than any mom-and-pop general store, it seems more false than the labels let on. I realize everyone has their place and deserves fair employment, I just find it romantic how the socially-independent have gravitated toward the organic goods industry. Perhaps therein lies the newly mutated stigma associated with healthy living; not only do followers smell like patchouli and wear hemp clothing, they are also death metal bloggers with discount punch cards at Hot Topic. Color me old fashion, but I would have to imagine that this new factor could potentially hinder the future development of the Organic Movement, much how bored, middle class thrill-seekers fucked up the Hippy Movement.


Voting in America is like sticking your dick in a running blender and expecting a daiquiri when you’re finished.


I finally found a chill, Irish pub that sells good beer at a reasonable price. I’d write home about it but I don’t think JesusFuckYeah is an actual word.


I am still baffled at the argument of whether humans are a monogamous species or not. The question isn’t if you’d enjoy fucking everything in your path and then watching sports, douchey. (Although I am in no way an expert on animal behavior) It seems to me the idea behind monogamy is whether it is necessary for the continuation of the species. Yes, Komodo Dragons hangout in their territories and sex anyone who walks by, but that is because the female buries the eggs and hopes for the best. There isn’t a lot of parenting required; Hey, kid, don’t get eaten before your balls drop. But if you understand Penguins, they waste months making sure one little shit survives the ice storm. Human infants require exceptional care in order to be producing members of, not only our society, but of our ecosystem. In short, be a good baby-daddy or snip your already retarded sperm supply.


I’m beginning to think I push people away. That, or I placate things I find intolerable until they spill over into my daily conversations. Either way, I’m paving the trail to a lonely life with burning bridges and the idiosyncrasies that lit them.