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Feb. 21st, 2005
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Feb. 21st, 2005 05:57 pmFound a site I really like today. (Found it today. Like it today. It's what I'm in the mood for today. I might not like it tomorrow, but today it works for me. Sometimes I find English annoyingly imprecise.) For me, it's a very Fight Club site, about the simple fact that you are not a unique and beautiful snowflake. You are common like dirt. Your wants, your needs, your shames, your desires -- these things that you *think* are unique and beautiful, they aren't.
[Life of Brian voice] Yes, we are all individuals [/Life of Brian voice]
You hold tight to that, youstruggling huddled masses yearning to breathe free. You are all individuals, the seething lot of you, I'm sure, each one unique and beautiful like a snowflake. Look. One snowflake is pretty. Six billion snowflakes means I have to shovel the fucking driveway. Yep. Snowflakes, indeed. I'm not a fan of humanity in bulk lots. (This is also why WalMart so yanks my chain.)
The site is a very reassuring look at humanity.
In particular, I am in love with the strong, narrative voice of some of these posts. Anyone who has trudged through stolid, uninspired freshman prose should take a look at this shit. People really do know how to write when it's about shit they want to write about. The problem is getting people to write coherently, persuasively, clearly, and interestingly about shit they DO NOT want to write about. The other -- they've got that cold.
[Life of Brian voice] Yes, we are all individuals [/Life of Brian voice]
You hold tight to that, you
The site is a very reassuring look at humanity.
In particular, I am in love with the strong, narrative voice of some of these posts. Anyone who has trudged through stolid, uninspired freshman prose should take a look at this shit. People really do know how to write when it's about shit they want to write about. The problem is getting people to write coherently, persuasively, clearly, and interestingly about shit they DO NOT want to write about. The other -- they've got that cold.
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Feb. 21st, 2005 10:18 pmMonday is grocery night.
Old food budget: $1784.20.
Amount spent at the grocery: $19.42
New grocery budget: $1764.78
There has been a lot of bitching and moaning and gnashing of teeth in these parts towards my grocery store's produce department, the bulk of that unhappiness aimed at their lack of a certain cruciferous leaf vegetable eaten by poor southerners and yr. humble narrator, oh my brothers. This evening, however, the grocery store's produce department redeemed itself with huge bunches of the most attractive, lush, healthy, and otherwise appealing glaucous broad flat leaves I have seen in ages. The collards were SO pretty. I bought lots, a pound and three quarters, and there was much rejoicing.
Old food budget: $1784.20.
Amount spent at the grocery: $19.42
New grocery budget: $1764.78
There has been a lot of bitching and moaning and gnashing of teeth in these parts towards my grocery store's produce department, the bulk of that unhappiness aimed at their lack of a certain cruciferous leaf vegetable eaten by poor southerners and yr. humble narrator, oh my brothers. This evening, however, the grocery store's produce department redeemed itself with huge bunches of the most attractive, lush, healthy, and otherwise appealing glaucous broad flat leaves I have seen in ages. The collards were SO pretty. I bought lots, a pound and three quarters, and there was much rejoicing.