Like father, like son.
i stopped for 5 minutes to pick something up today and when i went back to my car there was a ticket. the cop was still there and saw the look on my face. he went to the meter and put in a quarter to get a parking receipt, entered that number into his machine and then ripped up the ticket he had given me. he totally made my day.
hallelujah // jeff buckley
and i’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
I’ve been hearing this song a lot lately…and it rattles me every time. I know that it’s kind of cliche when it comes to this song, but it’s true. I saw him perform live a long time ago and talked to him after the show. It was an unmemorable conversation between a brooding young dude sitting on the sidewalk outside the venue and an awkward teen. I still have my autographed concert ticket.
The Naked City, Jeremy Mann
We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.
food costs have definitely been creeping their way up over the course of the past year. but i’m noticing that people are especially mental about cheap food. quantity over quality. it’s the same motivation that makes my parents’ hearts beat faster in a costco….more more MORE!
so at my local corner fruit market yesterday, i noticed a massive pile of strawberry cartons with a sign reading, “2 for $2!”. quite a deal. right next to it was a another pile of organic strawberry cartons with the sign, “2 for $6”. people were stopping in their tracks as they walked along the street and were grabbing the cheaper strawberries left, right and centre. I picked one up and examined it. they were kind of crappy looking….banged up and oversized. i could almost imagine that tasteless cardboard flavour most strawberries have nowadays.
then i pick up a carton of the organic ones and they actually smelled like strawberries. they were smaller, brighter and clearly of a much higher quality. three bucks for a carton of those is still a good deal, but crowds of people were just swarming the other ones. just an observation. food for thought if you will…