I thought this would have been a lot more common in my year of working in fixing other peoples computers, but today I came across a woman’s folder of pictures and videos of her baby, her wedding, and what seemed to be her amateur sex tape. I watched it for a few minutes. It was actually pretty good.
“Today, as you see whitewashed images of a post-prison, unarmed, grandfatherly Mandela, please remember that he was someone who had the pride and courage to take up arms against his oppressor. Mandela fought in a guerilla war against white supremacy in South Africa, as did many others all across the world. Our own CIA alerted the SA authorities to Mandela’s location, which is what led to his 27 years behind bars and the medical condition which felled him today. Our government was responsible for that crime, and still holds our own anti-apartheid militants behind bars. So when you see Obama crying his crocodile tears later today remember that he would imprison a modern Mandela, that he arms the apartheid government of Israel, that he refuses to pardon those who fought against the corporations propping up the South African government here in the US, and that he has done everything he can to crush the kind of dissent that Mandela stood for.”—(via angry-hippo)
Workers won a big victory this month in the little Washington town of SeaTac with the success of passing Referendum 1 and its signature issue to raise the minimum wage to $15 an hour. The vote was certified, and it passed by 50.6% (77 votes).
i carry this odd feeling with me because i left the university a year short of graduation. but when i dwell on it, i realize that i never once considered graduation as a reality for me when i was in the university…like…i wasn’t motivated by graduation, my time spent there was dedicated to feeding my own hunger for knowledge (not to make it sound romantic, either) taking classes that i wanted to take; no set path, as well as personal growth…finding my interests, and a struggle with sexuality took a lot out of me. all of that shit was a crazy ride and i still feel like i have to get my degree, which, from speaking to one of my old high school teachers, i understand is a very common psychological state. now i am in a position to get back into the school grind, or not and i’m still not sure which way to go. more and more i hear people publicly denounce higher education as useless and a “scam.” i couldn’t agree more, but there’s this thing inside me that says just do it.
Came to this sad “Texas style” BBQ place for lunch. It comes complete with a cashier struggling with a fake southern accent. The worst part is that when I was leaving, I pulled a “push” door so I ended up losing.