Saturday, February 22, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
I’m thinking about facilitating a series of lectures entitled “Social Justice for Lindy Hoppers” but I’m not sure where to start
Thursday, January 9, 2014
I literally do not give a shit whether or not it’s healthy to be fat. I care about how you treat fat people. The end.
misandrist (via syruckus)
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.
Scott Woods, 5 Things No One Is Actually Saying About Ani Difranco or Plantations (via focusthelens)
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
One of my friends got chased by little piggies during his bike ride
this is the opposite of a problem
Sarah Sarah Sarah Sarah
Friday, July 19, 2013
friday night plans
refresh craigslist over and over
hide from roommates
not find our house
Friday, July 5, 2013
please be our house. please be our house.
this is getting ridiculous.
all i want is a garden and a gas stove and a dog and natural light and one door that closes and to live within a half a mile of where i do now, it is not too much to ask
and a closet, please please please let me have a closet
Friday, June 7, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
black rasberries from the store taste just like dulled memories of eight-year-old patient picking in the sun, dark juice on my hands and face and teeth full of hard seeds, reaching carefully into the brambles for every last end-of-season bite.
Just thought you guiz might want this on your dash.
No need to thank me.