A strange weekend. Travelling with people I barely know, drinking whisky with the ones I did. We crammed into a van, and drove in a seeminly endless straight line. Upon arrival our stomachs were swolen with amber liquid. we made our way to the cabin and started our night. What we did was predictable, and doesnt really matter. It could be summed up to two fifths and a handle.
anyway, I’m back at the Nanahala Outdoor Center, surprisingly somewhere I had been before, with my high school. When I was there before, completly sober and absorbed into my highschool self, vastly different than who I am now. Being at this random hole in the wall, in two completly different personas, was one hell of a trip.
we climbed up a mountain and put our hands in the dirt, making the ground flat for someone else’s boots
Today I went to Burger King, expecting an all american experience; hoping that I would witness it in its raw form, as a consumer based fascist industry.
Anyway, so here I am in this restaurant, I walk up to the counter and tell David to grab me a small milkshake. Hes ordering so I walk over to a poster on the wall displaying the nutritional facts for all of the menu items. This fucking sheet was coverd with the biggest numbers, like totally out of the ballpark of what you would expect. like 3000 some odd grams of fat, and my shake alone had 290 calories and 38 grams of sugar. I ignored the fact that I was consuming something that was equal to 2 some odd soft drinks.
I’m going to stop rambing about that, I’m just taking a class on food.
I sat down at a table in front of the TV, and on the tv was most shocking videos nude edition, with naked people running all over the place. So I’m drinking my milkshake and watching nudists on tv, In North Carolina, surrounded by families and all sorts of people. It was strange, I dont know if ill ever go back
walking with purpose, thrashy yelling and guitar blasting into my ears. I walk down to work when I wake up, then go to class after. my day is filled with walking up and down gigantic hills to all my classes, smoking cigarettes, and metal. Along with other assorted college activites….
this is my first post in a while, so I’m not sure where to start. most college students are probably wondering what classes they’re going to take, maybe stressing about it like I am. Homework, beers, whiskey, essays, all the good shit that I do.
right now I’m wondering what is going on in my life worth putting into the spinning mass of media. My conclusion is nothing. there is nothing but daily goodness in my life, some stress, wondering where im going and when. what else is there to worry about?
Every day is a thousand questions. they determine where you are going to be, when, why, and who with. social interactions between people and places make up a day. I ask myself, what is the point of this trivial daily existence? when we leave our beds we know that chances are we will return to them the next night. so much time is still spent in debate, wondering what to do next. creating good memories for the boring and sad times to come. almost like preparing for the breakdown of emotion. building walls and trenches, trying to protect yourself from and unseen enemy. I guess the point of making these choices is to enjoy life. doing fun things that you know you can remember, and avoiding bad experiences. I’m going to do this now, make that choice. Fuck life as torture, because if life was really supposed to be a bitch, we would all be dead already.
man this life is crazy, every day is a complete surprise. I love the way that every day has unlimited possibilities of what could happen. I have been thinking about how I could die any minute, or anyone could die for that matter. life is translucent, we spend all of our time working towards a goal, and setting new ones when we achieve one. I guess one could say that the final goal is death, and from there on who knows. how can one live life and take advantage of every possible opportunity, making sure that if they were to die at any second, they would be satisfied. satisfaction is key in life, especially on ones deathbed. regret is what sends people into hell, or what ever you want to call it. I’m sure there are many different places people can end up. Buddhists believe there are six realms of existence. each one corresponding to people’s major traits in life. like greed ect. This way of thinking really rings true for me, because there is no clear separation between good and bad. How do other people feel about this????
Irradiation—Irradiation damages or destroys living cells (i.e., pathogens) that might be present in food products. Depending on the type of food and radiation dosage, irradiation can be used to sterilize packaged food for storage at room temperature, eliminate or reduce pathogens, delay spoilage, control insect infestations, delay ripening, and inhibit sprouting.
gamma rays? really?!? mother fuckers
they have been using this shit since the early 1900s
So many new ideas, the world has been cracked open. its contents flowing into my open mind. I can see further than ever and the world is beautiful. I wonder what it means to be real, and what place a human has on this small planet. how many times can one ask the same question? Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. how do you discribe something? SO MUCH THING!?!?
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