Wed 19
Season 1: Episode 9
There are THREE DeLoreans. Tell me of a better show. I dare you.If the collapse of two companies
can send an entire nation’s economy into depression, maybe you’ve got bigger problems. Does anyone have any bumper sticker that says “Fuck Detroit” or something? I mean really. They want this money so badly they’re telling congress that if they fail, it will cause a depression. If they suck this much, shouldn’t we all be complaining about them as much as G.W.; bumper stickers and all?
Tue 18
* enjoy running, walking, hiking and crawling through brambles while yelling your dog’s name at the top of your lungs
* like cats. Cats with curly tails and screams that can shatter glass
* have a fenced yard that could safely contain the inmates of a maximum-security prison
The Misanthropic Shiba: Should You Get A Shiba?
For all those people addicted to that puppy cam. Beware!
I’ve been trying to communicate these things to some. I had no idea there was a manifesto. While this is cool, I’m a little bummed I didn’t know I was living by a manifesto. I’ve always wanted to try one. So to find out that I was doing it accidentally sort of takes it away from me. I’ll keep living with some of these ideas, but I’m still in search of a cool manifesto. It just seems to fun a thing to try!
Also, I emailed Mr. Sterling to let him know that this is very much what the core group of applied anthropologists and I study down at SJSU. I’m sure he won’t read it with the thousands of messages he must get a week. But still, this is so close to what we do, I had to attempt to make a connection. There’s a lot we have to offer doing research based on these topics, and we’re not just good at it, but we love it. Here’s hoping we can participate!
Date: 2008-11-16, 11:26PM PST Oh god, where do I begin? You were a technician at the Genius Bar in the Apple store in Manhattan Beach. You wear glasses, and are a dead ringer for Chester Bennington from Linkin Park (who by the way, I’ve been hot for since I was 13). Your name was James and I could’ve looked at you for hours. I was sitting on a bar stool and your were standing so close to me I could count every eyelash and every contour of your sexy little nose. When you gave me the news that my iPhone couldn’t be saved, I acted sad, but could’ve cared less. And you apologized profusely (sigh, what a prince, like it was your fault I drop it twice a day). Then you made small talk. I just smiled an nodded and said a few words in the affirmative every so often (couldn’t really say much as I was enamoured by you and liked watching your lips move) I’ve never wanted to jump a guy so bad. I felt a weird connection. I mean you guys are supposed to be nice and conversational, but I mean you were all in my face, hand on knee kind of nice. Yet I was sure I was imagining it. However, when I grabbed my keys and made moves to leave, you randomly started talking about the wildfires raging some miles north *and* east of us. I would have talked to you until the apocalypse came but dammit that bitch “Lana” or “Laura” or something, your non genesis bar certified coworker/lackey and probably the skank you’re banging moved in so close that she was standing about 6 inches away from you hovering over your back. So that broke up the party. I will break EVERY Apple product I have just to see you again! :) Signed - Cute college aged girl with 1920’s bob haircut in blue shirt, skinny jeans and flats.
My friend James, working the SoCal bar bunnies. For the record, the hand on knee thing seems to bring this out in bar bunnies. Former bar workers back me up in the comments if you like.
it’s increasingly common, especially among people half my age. It’s stressful
to live glocally. Not that I myself feel stressed by this. As long as I’ve got
broadband, I’m perfectly at ease with the fact that my position on the planet’s
surface is arbitrary. It’s the nation-state system that is visibly stressed by
these changes — it’s freaking out over currency flows, migration through
airports, offshoring, and similar phenomena.