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- white trash mochas
I first heard that term in Alaska. we would write home and ask friends/family/strangers to send us as much hot chocolate packets as they could. We traded them with other ships for everything from branded caps, fresh potatoes, live crabs, etc.
Robusta. That was the word I was looking for. Comparing that trash to Goodyear is insulting Goodyear!
Jobs produce money. Money can be exchanged for goods and services. If you find a job with purpose? Cool. If you have a talent that you can turn into cash? Cash fuels your passions.
The idea of a job being your purpose and that job making you happy is only 100, maybe 200 years old. I've been saying here and elsewhere that education needs to help young people figure out their talents and passions and how to best utilize those two components of their personality to build a life. Build meaning with the tools at your disposal.
The only special shit I do to coffee is a French Press. I guy the lowest tier fresh stuff, grind it at the house and french press. I even bought a kettle.
The stuff at work is the cheapest garbage that they could find and still legally call it coffee. I have to put a hit of half-and-half in it to mask the taste of the used socks I am certain they add to the grounds.
The best coffee is free, the next best is hot. And yea I am addicted and need the drug to be able to deal with people.
god damn it the dates are wrong, this came out at ComicCon. Fuck it, leaving it up as it is hilarious... and older than many of you.
I saw Arcade Fire live. A little to hipster-y for my tastes, but I heard that the live shows were amazing. The live show was amazing. Debating going to see Cold War Kids this summer when they are in town, which is kind of in the same vein as AF.
- It makes me sad that you don't believe me, but I'm not going to push this any further.
Never said I don't believe you. You and I appear to be having two separate conversations. It happens in text based communications. Hope the bother is doing well.
I've watched people have the conversation of "Wow he was rich and had women fawning over him, and he killed himself? What hope is there for me?"
So now I gotta watch the people I care about . Looks like a great weekend to fuck off the internet.
- What drove me to comment as I did is that so often, these stories come with an unspoken (or sometimes explicitly spoken) tag line of "and where are the feminists who say they're for equality?" When it happens, it always comes off to me like the News commentators who ask about black-on-black violence after a white cop kills a black kid.
Then I did not comprehend a meaning correctly. That's on me.
- But again, I need to reinforce that the only people I see talking about these stories are intersectional feminists and queer people.
Then you must be looking in online spaces. Guys don't talk about shit like this in public forums because anyone running a background check on your for a job, security clearance, etc that finds posts about you talking about self harm and suicide? You don't get the job. Even these posts, if found by a company running a background check, could be career death for me. There are things I'd love to talk about but do not dare say here because Hubski is google indexed and will show up in spot #1 on any search of my name.
But back to the topic you bring up. Men don't talk about this shit in public because nobody gives a shit if men kill themselves, so why bother. And if they do, a major spotlight ends up right in their face and nobody wants that.