Because of the rise of veganism in popularity (being on Oprah, and now Martha among othe cases) I have noticed the fallacy in the popularity of something like it. That fallacy is that rather than veganism as a form of protest, activism, or lifestyle, it has become the newest fad diet. I know I’m…
It takes more than 2,400 gallons of water to produce 1 pound of meat. One steak is the equivalent of 50 baths. You save more water by not eating a pound of meat than you do by not showering for six months.
Anyone that follows this blog regularly knows that this is my favorite song. Not just my favorite Frank Turner song, my favorite song ever. I’ve said that since the first moment I heard it and now to finally hear the full band version, it means a lot.
“…We are electric pulses, in the pathways, In the sleeping soul of the country…”
It might sound like something out of 1984 or a dystopian sci-fi film, but, according to citizen reports from China, the government there has begun immediately shutting down the phone service of anyone who dares utter the word “protest” into their receiver. It’s…
A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. “Jane” grows up lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert “her” to a “him.” Finally, a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.
Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, “he” becomes a drunkard and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop’s Place, and spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the condition that he join the “time traveller corps.” Both of them enter a time machine and the bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.
The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveller corps. The drifter eventually gets his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveller corps, and then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop’s Place in 1970.
"She’s bright and you’re bleak Then she kicked you out into the street You call her when you’re weary and weak And the coma you slip into Will hold all this against you You will learn to bite your tongue when you speak You resolve all your sings Start it all over again
Don’t go home, If you need to, you can call me from the road.
If you only noticed
You’re dressed up and you’re nervous And we’ve well-rehearsed our burdens You feel like nothing is complete
You’re soulless and you’re worthless You’ll be nothing until you notice You can find regufe in anyone you meet
But don’t go home If you need to, you can call me from the road You might notice”
I said I’d walk you home after our third round of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts and I grabbed hold of your hand. We’re up and we’re out and we’re yelling through the streets and I’m out of my fucking mind.
Album: To The Sons And Daughters Of Woodie Guthrie
Song: Where We’re Going We Don’t Need Roads
“in all the confusion/ our mouths were sutured innocence was stolen/ had trouble breathing elected a new Nero/ as I stood screaming just like they wanted/ in all of the places the consequences, they didn’t care we’re taking the blame or the lion’s share and all that is left to absorb all this pain is this sinking feeling apathy in the community ignore all the words that were heard we celebrate ignorance not common sense is it fashionable to be deaf and dumb if everyone wants to save this town before we drown in the debt of bad decisions we disown why are you reading from the same old script market tested stripped of the heart to save the soul and I’m failing to see the differences are you ready for the not so distant future are you ready for a nice change of pace are you ready for the new world order we can make this world a better place you and I are you ready for the tyranny of convenience are you ready for the pride before the fall are you ready for the new world order we can make this world a better place you and I unless that’s not a road you want to go on sometimes it’s easier not to rock the boat but we don’t have a lot to go on and path to salvation has been shownand where we’re going we don’t need roads “