I can hardly remember the days when life didn’t have a price tag. Love, hate, and indifference where feelings only felt for TV shows and babysitters, your hair was just something on your head, and whether we knew it or not, everything was wonderful (except our bedtime — that was never cool).
My phone died.
I’ve run out of things to do. I was actually so desperate to feel the liberation of the outside world that I went to a coffee shop that I dislike with a burning passion. During this excursion I endured such events as fending off an older gentlemen who reeked strongly of dated cologne and claimed he was “trying to get over his shyness with girls” (I’ve got news, buddy: You’re 54 and it’s called pedophilia).
Furthermore, the only reason I made this trip in the first place was to find a power outlet to plug my phone into, but felt that I should purchase a drink. I grabbed a can of Jones Cream Soda (I don’t even drink pop) stood at the counter to pay for five minutes (remind me why I’m here again) then ended up dropping $1.72 for 12 ounces of tainted caffeine (I really dislike this place).
Alas, I am sitting in a parking lot at an undisclosed location, trying to pick up a wireless signal. It isn’t looking promising. A quick look at the available networks tell it all:
All hope was but lost as I unsuccessfully attempted to connect to the only network that was not password protected.
Thanks for nothing, Bradicus 5000. In the words of your neighbor’s network, ‘fuckyou.’
Onward, to find a signal. The only question remaining is, while most of the network names leave no room for mystery (one can only conjure up an image of “MexicanCandy” in their mind with little room for error), what on earth does ‘CDR’ stand for? My only speculation is a typo, and it should actually read “CCR” for Creedance Clearwater Revival.
I think we might be on to something here.
JEFF TWEEDY HAS NEVER called me on the phone. But I’m about a hundred and forty-two percent certain that if he did, he’d say, “Hang in there, Kid.”
This, too, shall pass…
“ENGLISH AND ITS RELATED LANGUAGEShave three tenses—past, present, and future (“it was,” “it is,” “it will be”)—plus the fancier compound tenses such as “it will have been.” Having these tenses encourages [those] to think of time as so many ducks in a row. Time past is made up of uniform units of time—days, weeks, months, years—and the future is similarly measured out. This division of time is essentially artificial, since people can only experience the present. Past and future are only abstractions, but Westerners think of them as real because their language virtually forces them to do so. This view of time has given rise to the fondness in Western cultures for diaries, records, annals, histories, clocks, calendars, wages paid by the hour or day, and elaborate timetables for the use of future time. Time is continually quantified.[There are cultures that] do not behave this way; when they start to weave a mat they are not concerned about when it will be completed. They work on it desultorily, then quit, then begin again; the finished product may take weeks. This casual progress is not laziness but a result of [their] view of time—one symptom of the fact that their language does not have the past, present, and future tenses. Instead it possesses two modes of thought: the objective, that is, things that exist now, and the subjective, things that can be thought about and therefore belong to a state of becoming. Things do not become in terms of a future measured off in days, weeks, months. Each thing that is becoming has its own individual life rhythms, growing or declining or changing in much the same manner as a plant grows according to its inner nature.––––––––––––––––––––––––––––ANTHROPOLOGIST DAVID S. THOMPSON, DISCUSSING LINGUIST BENJAMIN LEE WHORF’S ASSERTION THAT WORDS AND GRAMMATICAL STRUCTURE SHAPE REALITY.THE SAPIR-WHORF HYPOTHESIS: WORLDS SHAPED BY WORDS
If you knew how I miss you, you would not stay away.
Everything is just alright enough to be okay, but beyond that, it’s anything but.
I have spent nearly six hours studying in public places today — and there is so much left to go.
Six milkshakes, two smoothies.
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