And like any encounter group leader, the magazine’s editorship traffics in a comforting jargon—a sort of class privilege all its own. The operative terms in its reckoning with the fallout from the last decade’s pillaging always describe subjective moods and feelings, not actual privation or suffering. In place of mass layoffs, repossessions or hijacked pensions, there is diffuse “envy,” “resentment” and “rage”—moods that with the proper forensic understanding can somehow be channeled, one senses, back into reassuring class deference, in much the same way that a clumsy faux-pas could be passed over at the court of Versailles.
when you get off work tonight, meet me at the construction site and we’ll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines like, “we hope they treat you well. hope you don’t work too hard we hope you get to be happy sometimes. bring your swiss army knife and a bottle of something and i’ll bring some spray paint and a new deck of cards.
“To see the internet only as an extension of the possibility of communication is an extreme simplification, seen from an existential point of view the internet gives us a possibility to be alone together with other people.”—Jens Haaning
So a couple weeks back I got home from the bar(s) and this happened.
finally a meme i can get behind.
True that. I mean, everyone likes bacon but cilantro divides people. Cilantro and arugula are the only foods that Julia Child hated. Julia freaking Child.
I would marry cilantro if I could. I make certain kinds of food just so I can cover them with heaps of cilantro. I get pissed when cilantro is just used as a garnish, one little sprig, so not to offend those with hate in their heart. You have to be willing to have some people hate your dish so that others(mostly me) can love it. If you can’t do that then you shouldn’t even be touching the stuff. It is too good for you.