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We interact with the world through so many layers, filters, and barriers. Everything loses its texture; it becomes flavorless, scentless, washed out, muted. What we see is not the real world. What the world sees is not the real us.
I wish I had seen this before I went to college. Before I graduated, even. Tuition seems like such bullshit sometimes.
<3 Buckaroo Banzai
“There! Evil PURE AND SIMPLE by way of the Eighth Dimension!”
Word association/bridges are so much fun. Great video.
This video took my breath away more times in three minutes than usually happens in a month.
I remember these. They tasted like bad, hard sweetarts and didn’t build well. Still, great for the novelty and shock value when you ate one in front of your friends. (via ffoodd)
Personally, I’d prefer to get my food from a home-grown garden over dumpstering. Freeganism, according to that wikiparticle, also encompasses a form of gardening and sharing: the co-op. While not strictly anti-capitalism, co-ops allow you to support local growers and provide an alternative to Kroger/Publix/Supermarketed produce. I’d rather get my anarchistic kicks from guerrilla gardening than rummaging in rubbish.
You know what sucks though? In places like Santa Cruz, at least, when you’re homeless it’s really hard to find edible food because all the bakery discards and things like that have been taken by college student freegans who are making the choice but can afford to sustain themselves. I’m not kidding. It’s a real problem. I would know.
word. i was gonna start dumpstering but then i stopped, because it isn’t my place to steal food from folks when i have the resources to get it on my own. it’s tricky.
Dumpstering isn’t stealing, it’s taking what’s yours by right from capitalism…
i know dumpstering isn’t stealing (at least from the rich/the system [whatever that means], and i have few qualms about stealing, at least in its definition via capitalism); i used that word in response to the quote i reblogged, because in a lot of ways dumpstering is stealing from folks who have less resources than i do.
idk, a lot of people disliked what i reblogged but i think that many folks who dumpster do so in a way that isn’t critical about who and what they’re taking food from. yeah, you’re taking unreasonably discarded food, but you’re also taking it from people who might already have a culture of dumpster diving who need it more if you are truly someone who can afford to purchase food on your own.
in general i am frustrated with a lot of sentiment in activisty/anarchisty spaces that claim things like dumpstering, shoplifting, and other stuff as only hurting capitalism and not hurting people who might need those resources more.
it’s tricky, and i know that, and i should have written more last night to explain how i feel. but i’m also a little mad at folks who told me why i shouldn’t be uncomfortable dumpstering and who decided to give me a dumpstering 101. though i work within capitalist strictures, i am defintely not a capitalist and didn’t enjoy folks trying to school me in why i should be less of one. i have dumpstered, i ate the delicious food, but i felt bad about it later, and i probably won’t do it again unless i need to. dumpstering didn’t (and shouldn’t) give me socialist points, or make me a cooler person, or mean that i acquired food outside the capitalist system.
also, this isn’t just specific to you, person i’m reblogging, it’s more of a response to a general sentiment that i received in my first blogging of this.
I can’t get this disgustingness out of my head. I’ve blown my nose so often and so hard it hurts to breathe. I’ve tried hauking up loogeys, I’ve tried hot showers, hot tea, hot spices. Decongestants only succeed in drying out my already irritated nose, and everything sounds like it’s coming through a filter of 2 feet of cotton batting. My voice is gummed up like it has to slog through mud to get out of my face. Food has no taste, I can’t concentrate, my head aches and nothing seems to alleviate it. My nose is constantly dripping, I couldn’t sleep last night, I ache all over, I’m too hot, then too cold, and I get dizzy just sitting on the couch. My stomach hurts because I haven’t eaten much, but I don’t have an appetite. It’s like there’s a world out there—I can see it—but somebody’s put Vaseline over my lens; I can’t reach it through my shroud of mucus-ey cheesecloth.