Monthly Archives: September 2016

why I don’t want to live on this planet any more

First they came for the proofreaders… (why I don’t want to live on this planet any more)

So I saw this cute shirt. Just one problem, well maybe two.

First problem may seem minor but it’s actually really huge, because while the sentiments of this shirt might seem at first to be clever and cute they are actually superficial and banal, if not just poorly thought out.

I mean can’t you come up with anything better than “I don’t want to live here anymore?” What next, are you going to cry about it? Do you think you are the first one to come up with the idea of escaping reality by claiming that the current reality is somehow beneath you? Like you don’t live in an entire culture that increasingly does nothing but try to escape?

Bad show I say. Instead why don’t you get truly clever and come up with a slogan that instills in young children the need to take more civic responsibilty? Then maybe in another 20 years or so we could start to dig our heads out of our asses, take some responsibility for what’s going on and not be quite in such a mess that we find ourselves in now.

Second problem, who the hell did the proofreading? Don’t you see it?

Dear “very clever shirt-makers”: if you have the audacity to put Trump and Clinton in the same category, at least give a shit about your stupid shirt enough to spell Hillary’s name right.

Which leads me to another tangent:

First they came for the Proofreaders, and I did not speak out,
Because I was not a Proofreader.

With such faith in spell check, soon we’ll all be riding in self-driving cars and then why not self-driving helicopters, drones and nuclear substations. Hey, the whole world could be put on auto pilot. And then how far off are we from having Governmentgoogle?

But I digress…

Revealing my sources…

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out,
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out,
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out,
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak for me.

three almost new things about the subway this summer

  1. Door standers
    More people who stand in front of the doors and won’t move to let you on or off.
    Not really new, it just seems more prevalent this year and they seem more brazen like standing wherever they want is a right not a privilege.
  2. Pee smell
    This really isn’t new either, but it’s still trending and the pee smell keeps moving from station to station. I guess the urinators are on the move too. I wonder if they walk while they pee.
    Tips for people who pee in the subway: Avoid the third rail.
    Tips for Riders: When a subway car is empty, there’s usually a reason and that reason is often, but not always, a pee smell that reeks to high heaven.
  3. Fans
    Still no fans on the platforms. Not even on the hottest days. Didn’t they read the memo I sent?

holy carbon footprint Batman! (Why I “love” Amazon (again!))

We got the kid’s vitamins. They arrived in great shape. I’m so glad that I buy from Amazon. (actually I’d buy from brick and mortar stores, but they seem to be disappearing lately)(huh?)

the packaging for a single bottle of vitamins

Maybe the brick and mortar stores are disappearing because they don’t go to such lengths to protect their products. I doubt that the person who packs the truck full of vitamins for delivery to the brick and mortar stores, bothers to package each bottle so thoughtfully. Don’t they care?

You can understand that I want my kids to be healthy and for their vitamins to arrive in tip-top shape. I think the price of filling up landfills with large amounts of stuff that won’t biodegrade is totally worth it. And I’m totally OK that it takes lots of energy and chemicals to produce the stuff I just throw away. Isn’t my kid’s health worth that?

How about you? Why do you love Amazon?

some questions about aging

Shall I part my hair behind?   Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
Yes I will absolutely do that last one. I just need to get some white trousers.
And it is peach season, so I think the peach idea is a definite possibility.
Getting older isn’t the funnest thing in the world, but there are however advantages, like having children who can take your picture.
And somehow I find myself much more optimistic than Eliot ever was. So this particular post is really just because I love the poetry.