I outlived the cultural movement! I’m alive to tell the story!


Hello from the other side!

I bring news from the other side of the cultural movement. It turns out that many movements are happening at once. Youth culture, health culture, alternative culture, mainstream culture. Diversify your interests in order to strike it big, but the tentacles of the internet may mean that a Bernie Sanders-like cultural revolution will have to happen from the angst of the world beyond the internet. The net will be used as a medium to proliferate, contain, and embrace the message.

The message is not the internet.

Who are you voting for?
What kind of music have you been listening to?
What do you genuinely identify with?
What are your passions?


100 Days of Vibes: Day 9

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It was Halloween in my college town. Some people wore costumes to school that Friday. By eight o’clock the town would be drunk, scantily clad and empty.

A girl I know invited me to some party. I know she likes me. I like her to a certain extent. Best-case scenario; I fuck her once a week for a month or so. I didn’t want it to scale into anything though. It seemed a dumb thing to go through with.

I borrowed my grandpaw’s thirty-ott-six and drove up into the mountains to shoot a deer. Perhaps this would be the ultimate authentic experience: killing and consuming a large ungulate. Maybe I’d feel something again. Either way, it should be more real than some basement listening to some EDM music crowded with post-bros and heady kids. Or trying to fade into the backdrop of some brewery and talk to my climbing buddies about climate change.

The hunt, some primal shit. The hunter/hunted dichotomy. Laying in some meat for the winter. It was snowing at dawn.

At ten o’clock opening morning, four deer stepped out. I shot one.