Category: Me Myself&I

Buzz, my ex’s dog but also the dog which became my dog and gave me so many memorable memories, has died.

He was very, very special. I’ll write more about him.

I wouldn’t care about space colonies or make more money. I wouldn’t try to pollute the sky either.

What I’d do:

Plant and transplant big old trees

Mature trees are the best stuff ever. Seriously. The only inconvenience is the roots but if we can build smartphones and send rocket back and forth outside the earth, we can take care of tree roots ffs. If there’s some engineering and new tools to be invented well, let’s fucking goooooo. “Don’t worry, it’s on me”  I’d say.

I’d create nurseries of mature trees close to every single city and make sure that we plant some beautiful ass, tall and luscious trees around our streets. They naturally cool everything. They give us the good kind of shade. Bugs and animals love them. I have no interest in using more machines to do something that nature does wonderfully well basically forever, if we maintain our tree communities. Let’s get it.

Engineer a complete way of building prefab, passive houses

It’s obscene that this country is so big, with so much empty space and yet we struggle with housing! How on earth is that not priority number one to solve this by spreading our communities more, and more intelligently? We can do that! But we don’t.

The way we build homes today is straight outta the 1800s. Same basic 4 by 4, same techniques. Why? Because that allows cheap labor to thrive (which makes big construction companies, big bucks). That allows cheap labor to teach themselves. True, prefab means COMPLETELY wiping out that cheap labor with more expensive teams. But prefab means excellent homes built in less than a week, how the FUCK isn’t it enough incentive? It sure is to me. Slowly incorporating that cheap labor into building prefab, passive houses (which require very high precision in the making) would be the challenge but, that’s when being a billionaire probably would help starting that. I’d build a damn “building homes in 2020 and beyond” university, you’d get a freaking degree and let’s fu-cking goooo.

In Japan, Daiwa House has been building prefab housing for over sixty years. They employ almost 50,000 people. Those houses are sustainable, use state-of-the-art technology and produce the least waste possible in terms of building (traditional construction is the absolute worse in terms of material waste). We suck.

If I was a billionaire, I wouldn’t care about electric cars or Mars. I would pour my money into this and rapidly creates new cities where people work from home, in houses that respect the hell out of Earth. Let’s get it.

Sustainable electric bicycle

We keep hearing about public transportation or electric cars but the best for most daily commutes is the bicycle. Electric bicycles are clearly the winner here and yet we have been extremely quiet with those. I’d pour hundreds of millions of dollars into something like the Copenhahen wheel (I’ve seen a couple folks using it in LA, they made me want to get one for sure) so that I can subsidize the tech and make it affordable (it’s $1700 right now, without the bike), say under 500 bucks and make sure we can leverage the trillion bicycles around on this planet.

I haven’t been on a bicycle in months and I miss the absolute non existence of parking, the ability to actually enjoy neighborhoods and notice things you never would otherwise. That’s Quality of Life.

I need to be a billionaire real quick so that I can almost even quicker, spend the money and change things for good.

After using tools (car, computer mouse, instrument) for a little while, there’s a need for maintenance. Let’s face it, it’s usually not fun. It’s tedious & inevitable. I hate that couple.

With our 24/7 digital lives, that harsh “reality” becomes annoying and rude.

Why can’t I just CTRL+O a new part and CTRL+C/CTRL+V over the bad one real quick? Why can’t I CTRL+Z  some wear or damage on a whim? Why can’t I CTRL+T repeatedly a new small housing here and there?

This real world of physics just doesn’t want to do shit. Or at a very slow, slug-in-salt type of pace. A SHAME

I accidentally dropped a dash of liquid soap in my hot coffee and it immediately became the worst thing I have ever smelled in my life.

Stay safe. Don’t drop liquid soap in your coffee.

I can’t. This video has always provided so much joy to me.

The way the girls try him, already laughing.

The way this young man lies like a certified™, OG™, legit™, grown mf.

The way his ex says “oh really?” while her friend’s already cracking up at how he’s hiding the pain.

The way he acts like he’s not hurt but he fucking is, as hell (maybe not? I think he is but either way, it’s hilarious).

The way he burns everyone down with a fuck thrower.

The way he looks at the room before sniping one last soul.

The way Crystal gets some without having NOTHING to do with this.

The way the girls are HYSTERICAL makes me HYSTERICAL. The purest, excited, laughter.

The way we never see them but only his bold ass.

The way this kid reminds me of me as a kid. I’d “reject” your breakup too. Except I’d cry like a bitch and write poems.

The way this early dating stuff happens is so quite universal. I feel like I’ve seen this before.

How everything is so perfectly delivered. It’s pure wholesomeness. I can’t.

BROUILLY 1998

Why yes, I have a picture. Goddamn. It was so exquisite. My only regret was that I only had a glass which is a lot for a bottle shared for lunch but it was so good, I was ready to fight family members to satisfy the thirst. I’d wait for them to go grab something in the kitchen and I’d swallow a big sip off of their glass. You snooze you loose. Winner takes all. That kind of fairness.

ST JOSEPH 2002

Absolutely disgustingly good. That’s my mom’s favorite I believe. Amazing year for that wine. Again used for lunch, which means an explosion of flavor with the food. Every time you get a sip it’s just pure, earthy happiness that you can’t comprehend otherwise. Palate’s petite mort. Just close your eyes. Tears are allowed.

VOUVRAY 1978

I don’t have a picture for this one, but it was in a bottle with a poorly handwritten label. White wine. We had it on NYE 2011-2012 at a friend’s place in France. Her dad had kept that bottle for her birthday. We opened it for her, her boyfriend, my friend and I. My friend was already wasted (breaking up with his girl) so I had more. Bruh. Bruh. Bruh.

To this day I think about this bottle. Nectar of the Gods. Sound would shut off when my lips would be about to caress the rim. I wanted to have this wine with me forever. Just un-believable. I remember doing nothing but being like “Imma wait a couple more minutes before my tongue tastes this cosmic beverage AGAIN” while vaguely listening to conversations that would always end up with “this wine is so good by the way”.

Man. I want it now.

Me, my whole life, witnessing men in general:

Last year someone asked me why I don’t hang out with dudes much. And my answer was something like “because we’re stupid, men are too often lame, I don’t need that energy”.

Now look at that man Toobin. Or Cube and 50. Or all the men agreeing with them. The NFL. It’s a LOT of exhaustion and embarrassment right there and I’m not interested in that. ANGTFTS. Period.

The only groups of dudes I grew up with: basketball locker room. Could be fun for a second, was more likely stupid. I’m out. Nerds? I never had the passive-aggressiveness they have toward women because I was doing well with ladies, you know, listening and doing magical negro stuff. Skateboarders? Pretty chill overall but I was starting to argue that women should definitely be able to skate without being interrupted about if she sucks it, you know? Online? It’s just cult/guru type of stuff. I’m out.

The best way to deal with men for me is one by one or in very small groups, with a task at hand. That’s when we’re alright. Boasting is tucked in. Mutual respect is out. We’re doing some work, I’m learning from that dude, he’s learning from me, we’re fixing a server issue or cruising the streets, whatever. It works.

As soon as this shit is done, I’m out. I have yet to find a group of dudes that doesn’t go patriarch af at some point. I’ve always questioned everything and patriarchy was in my crosshair rather quickly. I won’t hype you on that, never really did. It’s putrid to me.

I understand what Jemele Hill means with her tweet. Dismantling patriarchy is a daunting task, it’s easier to side with it. Brothers are understandably exhausted, so they side with something that still stands.

But also dismantling patriarchy is not even really a goal by itself.

The goal is to get a better functioning society and that old system is in the way. That’s it! Uninstalling patriarchy is nothing personal against men or women profiting from it, it’s just that it doesn’t work in the world we’ve been in for decades now. It constantly shows these days. We all work, we all are (more) free, we all need the same things but half of us make 30% less and get killed by their “loved” ones at high rates. That’s so disturbing, I don’t understand how we can be ok about this. You can’t even talk about something like this with a group of men chilling at a restaurant, you know it’s going to go south at some point with a joke or a “joke”.

You can only convince men one by one. Only then we face accountability. Responsibility. Emotions.

As soon as there’s a crowd it’s bravado bullshit, top 5 of all time and inane thoughts. I’m out.

Last week my mom casually dropped that she went to a restaurant with other people and was scared.

She should be okay, as it’s been over ten days now. I guess? I don’t know. I’m not certain about it.

What I do know is that if you know my mom, you know how she is NOT about that YOLO life, at all. Never was, never has been.

The fact that she’s willing to take the risk of dying for a goddamn lunch doesn’t sit well with me.

It’s challenging to understand how things work this year.

Rendering paragraphs of text in Google Chrome and Microsoft Edge can give different results.

Text.

Two giant companies who’ve been making web browsers for a combined 2.6 million years.

They both use the same freaking rendering engine.

Text, in 2020.

HOW THE FFFF