10.000 years & you're still on your own

as a regular donor to Gaza Soup Kitchen I get their email updates, and they said today that while they've continued to be able to expand, donations are slowing down as Gaza gets less coverage. If you have a few dollars to spare, I encourage you to send them here to continue the amazing work that Hani and his team are doing.

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

Isn’t it kind of fun how when your life sucks you just can’t talk about it with anyone

I’m serious though. When your life reaches a degree of suckage, you find yourself having to look elsewhere for anything at all to talk about. The things going on in your life are trauma dumping. Your past is probably also trauma dumping. So you have to get really weird about specific things or hope that others want to talk to you, because very quickly people are going to develop an aversion to you and the way your life sucks. Unless you just don’t talk about it

reblogging posts without liking them is like having sex without kissing

tumblr users play a constant game of ‘how fast can we get extremely mad at eachother for something the other person did not say’ and it may seen like everyone is very good at this game, but really all that means is everyone loses

the thing is I just don't think intellectual labour is a special class of labour. I just don't think someone who created an intellectual product like a manuscript deserves the rights to extracting rent forever from physical copies of it more than the person who maintains the printers. I will just never be convinced of this.

and yeah h/t to @phenakistoskope there's already many types of creative intellectual labour that do not give you entry into the bourgeois class regardless of how independent and rich you are like what makes "creation" more inherently valuable than editing or typesetting or being a sound recording engineer. why is that not accepted as intellectual work with rentier benefits?

my parents divorce has got me thinking a lot about how theres no force out there assuring everybody gets their happy ending. my parents spent 30 years together and as far as i can tell it was never as good as love should be and nothing stopped them from making that choice. theres no force in the world stopping you from throwing away your life. very few choices ruin your whole life at once (i mean. like. doing a murder and getting caught. for example) but if you just keep choosing the path of unhappiness no one stops you. you can keep doing that as long as you like

repeat after me: people don’t notice the little details. i’m going to get away with it. people don’t notice the little details. i’m going to get away with it.