recession keeps us in check.
we were starting to get out of control.
our values too loose, our ethics out of whack.
that's not allowed. there's no creativity allowed here.
what part don't you understand?
what part of freedom makes sense?
and while they scare us into submission, we allow them to grow stronger by mergers and breaking previous contracts of single ownership.
and the poor get poorer, and the cat gets fatter.
we may believe we're stickin it to the man, but bend over buddy, the man's stickin it to us.
and getting paid to do it.
~
Music to my ears: Secret Chiefs 3
3/24/09
the shroud of turin
it's almost over.
some days--weeks--have been an exercise in boredom and little sleep.
at one point i found myself looking for jesus in the back of my eyelids...admittedly (and thankfully) that hasn't been the highlight of this journey.
it's all coming to fruition soon as i have accepted the job of my choice.
i refuse to talk about the recession right now, but i am proud of my persistence in securing a job before i have officially graduated.
now i just have to pass that dang exam.
but not before trekking around turkey with my soulmate.
i can't wait for the days that my days off are actually days off.
until then, i continue to survive on way less sleep than i need.
~
Music to my ears: slow.news.day
some days--weeks--have been an exercise in boredom and little sleep.
at one point i found myself looking for jesus in the back of my eyelids...admittedly (and thankfully) that hasn't been the highlight of this journey.
it's all coming to fruition soon as i have accepted the job of my choice.
i refuse to talk about the recession right now, but i am proud of my persistence in securing a job before i have officially graduated.
now i just have to pass that dang exam.
but not before trekking around turkey with my soulmate.
i can't wait for the days that my days off are actually days off.
until then, i continue to survive on way less sleep than i need.
~
Music to my ears: slow.news.day
3/3/09
the man with the corduroy coat
there he is again.
that man with the practiced smile full of gleaming white teeth.
the starbright twinkle of money on his incisor.
the tan in the dead of winter. (not the tan in a can, but the tan that screams perpetual vacation--somewhere with a golf course--I think they have that setting on the tanning beds at the expensive place.)
the trench coat folded strategically over the left arm, the extra bold tie with the sharp dark suit.
such a contrast to the man with the corduroy coat who smells of old spice and beef brisket stew.
~
Music to my ears: Women in Tragedy
that man with the practiced smile full of gleaming white teeth.
the starbright twinkle of money on his incisor.
the tan in the dead of winter. (not the tan in a can, but the tan that screams perpetual vacation--somewhere with a golf course--I think they have that setting on the tanning beds at the expensive place.)
the trench coat folded strategically over the left arm, the extra bold tie with the sharp dark suit.
such a contrast to the man with the corduroy coat who smells of old spice and beef brisket stew.
~
Music to my ears: Women in Tragedy
3/1/09
money=health
it's hard to see well-to-do families watch their family members become crippled by old age and extended hospital stays--as if they've never before been devastated by a tragedy.
so far removed from what it's like to have sick family members.
the ability to be healthy comes easier with money.
~
Music for a Sunday morning: talkdemonic - beat romantic
so far removed from what it's like to have sick family members.
the ability to be healthy comes easier with money.
~
Music for a Sunday morning: talkdemonic - beat romantic
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