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Driving back from my sister's in Wichita, I noticed something that gave me a little tickle of hope. Part of the drive takes me through a buncha farmland and a staunch Republican stronghold. These are farmers who put GIANT campaign signs up in the fields that abut the main highway. As I drove through...
This year's classes have an incredibly large amount of required textbooks. I've never had to buy this many textbooks in my university history. For example, my Zen Buddhism class requires 5 textbooks (of which I've purchase one). Given, that is a one year class, but my other East Asian Studies class,...
This morning was an entertaining one. Between the time I woke up and the times I hit snooze (yeah, times, shutthefuckup) I had a couple of dream DOOZIES. They were both a little upsetting to me at the time, but I'm not the sort that dreams her loverboy is cheating, then wakes up and refuses to talk...
We're watching Easy Rider and there is a scene were they stop at this hippie commune where they share everything and plant their own crops and all this other crap. I can't really remember what point I was going to make now; there is so much pot smoking in this movie I can almost smell the aroma of...
“I want to create films that encourage little kids to commit gang violence.” -Oscar Garcia, August 7, 2008, said with palpable irony during his second acid trip this month, in my studio apartment in the Mission District, San Francisco, California, USA I – circa 2006 – am wandering around...
