September 3, 2010
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Obligatory Accusatory Plain Vanilla Fortune Cookie.
I spent my week sewing patches into clothes and watching conspiracy theory videos. Not because I believe in what they say, but because they’re so damn entertaining, and they help with the human need for that sense of ominous foreboding to not be our fault.
A friend of mine posted a note last night talking about how all the things he knows how to do seem like child’s play versus real survival, and that he would have been considered lazy by 1900′s standards. The man is basically Grizzly Adams. This is the man who tore through the marines on a whim in his late 20′s, then decided it had nothing to offer him other than a physical fitness regimen and a paycheck, and left. I felt I had to remind him of that fact, otherwise we as a civilization are doomed, if the dude who keeps a set of throwing knives in his left boot is doubting his ability to survive in the wild.
I finally broke down and my boyfriend bought me an mp3 player. It was strange, in that I’ve always been against them, but at the same time, this supplies yet another human need, for getting your tunes on without anyone else judging your angry mid-nineties Lilith Fair collection. Plus, I figured it was a matter of time, after I found out that CD’s only have about a 10-year life span, in perfect environmental conditions. Stupid laser disc companies. Why do tapes last so long? I have tapes, recorded tapes my lame parents did on their stereo, from about the time I was 18 months old and babbling nonsense. Those are in embarrassingly good condition. But not my CD collection. No. Boo to the record industry for making us buy more shit.
