international clash day

= the best playlist ever + a glass of whatever alcohol i had on hand + an unquenchable thirst for social justice

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the tyranny of fall

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Look at this. It’s sickening. 
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Totally gauche.
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I just…. NO. No. No. NO.
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How dare you, sir?
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Give me a break. That shit is rustic af.
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It’s decorative gourd season once more, motherfuckers.
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Ooooh…… SHIT.

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– Patti Smith, Horses (1975)

Untitled– Upton Sinclair, The Jungle

your daily hate

After emerging from post-holiday hibernation, during which I did little else besides crocheting whilst binge-watching Netflix and eating bon-bons, I returned to the internet, that great information highway (or by-pass).

For most of my news, I read the Guardian,* supplemented (cautiously) by the Globe and Mail for Canadian content, the New York Times for essays, and the Gawker pantheon for entertainment (mostly science and feminism). Occasionally, though, one needs to hate-read. Hate-reading is not so one is reminded that the world is a terrible place full of terrible events, the news covers that just fine. No: hate-reading is to be reminded that people are THE WORST.

When you really want a good hate-read (and the GOOP newsletter just isn’t doing it), you can always turn to the Daily Mail, especially their comment threads.

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When I caught up on the news a few days ago, I quickly discovered that a day of reckoning seemed to be upon the British people. At the end of 2013, the EU restrictions on Romanians and Bulgarians living and working in the UK expired. Naturally, xenophobia reared its ugly head (Maggie? Is that you?). So much of it, too, came under the guise of “But the economy!” or just old prejudices reasserting themselves anew.

I am not going to debate the issue here, but one merely needs to compare and contrast the insane headlines of some British papers to the actual facts. I was lead to a conclusion as easily as fairy tale children are lead to gingerbread houses in the woods.

I find it amazing to consider the absolute absurdity of some of these stories. Calm down, ye wee Islanders, gypsies are not going to shit on your doorstep. I fear somewhere along the line a ham-fisted metaphor was mistaken for literal truth. No turds will be left on your front stoop. Do I really need to repeat that?

The hysteria, however and as always, was for nothing. But at least it provided me with an excellent example to cite when asked why I didn’t really want to stay in Britain. It boggles my mind that not only do papers like the Daily Mail exist, but that so many people actually take them for legitimate sources of news and social commentary. They are Fox News in print, nothing more. “News” should be defined as truth, you see.

And don’t get me started on Duck Dynasty.

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* If being a Guardian reader is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

"The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish."

– Frederico Garcia Lorca

“Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistance. Talent will not. There is nothing more common then unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not. Unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not. The world if full of educated derelicts. Persistence and Determination alone are Omnipotent.”

– Joe Strummer

“Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.”

― E.M. Forster, A Room With A View (1908)

“I like to think of myself at home in the armchair, writing, smoking and occasionally wandering down the shop.”

– Stephen Fry