The lingering is much worse than death. This is never acceptable to say out loud. All we do is sit and stare. Crippling empathy keeps us from any sort of activity. Someone can’t participate, isn’t able, so no one will do anything other than sit. The women will fuss and clean and cook, and the men will sit and wish they were still smokers. My family has been dead for 20 years but we still haven’t buried it yet.
West access Route to Route 16 to the Cassiar Highway then Route 1 into AK.
Holy shit. It’s real.
"Join me for a weird fucking night at Belvederes this Tuesday. It’s apparently Disney karaoke, but I called and was told you can perform other stuff too. I can’t stand most Disney crap but I really like their stage, so let’s take over this shit. I want to really fucking party, and I’m inviting a lot of weird people from my life and I want you to come. If you think you got this invite by accident, you didn’t. I mean it. I’m going away for 2 weeks. Going to Alaska. It’s the last of my known dreams. I’ve followed through on all my other fantasies. This trip is to determine whether my wanderlust stems from a sincere desire to discover/travel or from cowardly escapism and general frustration, so for me, this is a big deal. I might be totally different after this. THIS IS NOT JUST SOME VACATION. If you know me, you know I’m scared. But I’m testing it out. To see if it feels good, see if it lives up to the fantasy. If I feel at home, if I feel I could be happy and motivated and productive there. And maybe I will, and maybe I will start doing everything in my power to get my life there. Or maybe I won’t. Then, I’ll stay in Pittsburgh and work on my shit. I don’t hate it here, it’s just strange having history and having conflict on large and small scales. Life seems denser here. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Actually, I know it’s just a thing. But I want to know if that’s a thing that makes me thrive or if it stifles me.
I want to party. Say goodbye to friends and lovers and former friends and former lovers and people that have sparked my interest and people that have hurt me and people that I love and people that challenge and people that are chill and fun and weird and cool. I’ll be back, but I might be different. I want to pay my respect to us as we are right now.”
FACE TO FACE: A demonstrator held a mirror to reflect police officers in Kiev, Ukraine, Monday Dec 30th. 2013. Opposition activists protested in the capital, continuing more than a month of rallies opposing the government’s decision to shelve a key deal with the European Union.
(Sergei Chuzavkov/Associated Press)
Review of The Rumford Gardener hand pick for breaking glass: Not perfect but it will do.
4/10 Important elements of adjustment project: large mug of coffee and “Jaws”