Michael Kindt's Blog, page 113
July 22, 2015
Say what you will about cops, but it seems like a lot of them are brutes.
Racist brutes, it would appear.
In America there is this strange tension between rights and authority. There always will be, appropriately. What cops are gradually learning, in 2015 and certainly not fast enough, is that they aren’t the shit. All of this authoritarian bullshit stems from the Drug War anyway. It developed out of the 80s JUST SAY NO bullshit and on from there.
Now people are, like, “Look, fuck you."
What annoys me are the people who say Sandra Bland was a bitch, that she was difficult, that she wouldn’t put out her cigarette!
Fuck you, people, I say. Why did she all of a sudden have to put out her cigarette? Control, that’s why. If they can make you do a little thing, they can maybe make you do a big thing. And if you disobey the random, completely meaningless request to put out your cigarette? Then your ass goes down.
Fuck these cops. I see how they work.
What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless
FOOD
Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food
grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread
different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.
some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit
SHELTER
Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment
sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it
Some churches offer short term residence
Find your nearest homeless shelter
Look for places that are open to the public
A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry
HYGIENE
A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.
Public libraries have bathrooms you can use
Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.
Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver
Local beaches, go for a quick swim
Some truck stops have showers you can pay for
Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet
Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket
OTHER
first aid kit
sunscreen
a travel alarm clock or watch
mylar emergency blanket
a backpack is a must
downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards
sleeping bag
travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror
swiss army knife
can opener
Reblog to literally save a life
Having been homeless, I will contribute:
The FOOD section is right on, though I would add hitting up churches as well. You may not get a meal at the church itself (though you might), but in my experience you will find a kind soul. The SHELTER section: I never thought about that that dumpster trick. Nice. Also, I was homeless far away from any ocean or serious crime. I was the PRIVILEGED homeless. Haha. (When is Tumblr going to get sick of that word?)–A word about homeless shelters: they have rules, like you have to blow zero on a breathalyzer before they let you in. No smoking or tobacco use in or around or anywhere near. No cellphone use. Often, they make you shower and wash your clothes. If you are a woman with kids, though, they will make exceptions. HYGIENE: a membership to the YMCA is only $10??? It was like $55, and that was, like, in 90s money. Early 90s. I don’t know what YMCA you’re talking about. The Village People, though, insist that it’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A! I agree with everything else in this section, especially the truckstop thing. Ten cents a shower. Maybe fifty cents by now. OTHER: If you’re homeless, you’re not going to have a first aid kit. Get real. Or sunscreen. Or mylar. Homelessness, despite its similarities, is not camping. The other things a homeless person might think about and be able to get, except for maybe the Swiss army knife. You’d have to find one or already have one.
Good advice overall, but written by someone who cares about the homeless rather than having actually been homeless. Also written by someone who has been nowhere near a YMCA, at least in the Midwest.
exec-walls said about Nicki Minaj: Hmmm *spidey senses tingling*. There appears to be obvious...
exec-walls said about Nicki Minaj: Hmmm *spidey senses tingling*. There appears to be obvious sarcasm in your comment, nullifying the actual point of a valid “rant” by an artist that (love or hate her) has not lacked in the creativity dept. compared to her white & male counterparts
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Nicki is indeed creative, but it is ridiculous for her to blame her MTV snub on the fact that she’s a buxom, bountiful lady. Anaconda is a song about asses and its video is practically softcore porn, which is all fine. But it’s 2015. Songs about asses and softcore porn-like music videos are a dime a dozen. Nicki is indeed creative, but not particularly in this instance.
Nicki Minaj's Anaconda wasn't nominated for Video of the Year?
It’s a great video, a veritable celebration of the female ass, and excellent masturbation material for those of us who have turned our backs on hardcore porn. I have watched it many, many times, Kleenex at the ready. How dare MTV pass her over because she doesn’t have a slim body!
LOLOL
July 21, 2015
The Law of Prescient Nature,
which I first read about in Jules Verne, is a fascinating idea.
I don’t know if Verne was the first to articulate it, but that’s where I first read about it.
It can best be shown by water, by water’s odd behavior. For example, in freezing: All substances become denser and heavier when freezing, except water, which becomes lighter and less dense. Thus, when ice forms at the bottom of the ocean near the poles, it floats up to where it can be melted by the sun. This simple fact makes life possible. Without it, the oceans would eventually freeze solid from the bottom up and all life would die…or, more likely, it would never have begun. The Law of Prescient Nature states that water behaves this way SO THAT life is possible. In fact, all those things in nature which make life possible exist SO THAT life can exist.
I’m not sure where I stand on whether or not this is true. All truth is opinion, including the phrase “All truth is opinion,” so I’m sure it matters not one whit at all. Interesting to think about, though.
It’s pretty amazing how important water is to life, how integral. What if it was the other way around, though? What if water is the real culprit, the real intelligence behind us? Perhaps we humans, who are made up of some 90% water, are really just vehicles for water, methods employed by water to move and to experience the universe in new and different ways. Perhaps water created us and uses us as mere bio-mechanical suits–as jeeps, if you will.
I am a water jeep, and although it appears that I am guiding myself through my own life, it is simply an appearance. Our sky is not blue, after all. It only looks blue because of the play of light on nitrogen molecules and the concept of ‘blue’ in my programming (which was coded by water). Blue is not a thing which exists outside of us. I am more water than anything else and water is the driving power behind me. When this shell that is me grows old and breaks down, the water will discard it and move on. I will return to the dust out of which water assembled me, perhaps to be reassembled anew by water in a different way–a wift of cloud, perhaps, or a sunflower.
There is another side to nature, one we rarely think about. As the only creatures (that we know of) that have “the Word”, the ability to speak and express and therefore create, the beauty of nature can be a cry for help, a silent cry. Say what you will about a breathtaking sunset (and you are the only one allowed to do so), but it is silent. Edgily silent. The more beautiful a moment in nature, the more it pleads to us to give it the one thing it doesn’t have: VOICE.
I don’t know or care what a person’s view on Gods or religions are, but if you honestly expect me to believe that this whole entire Universe appeared out of nowhere for no reason at all and is simply a mechanical clockwork churning meaninglessly in the void for no reason then you are expecting me to believe a lot. I’m sorry, being a reasonable person, I just can’t go there with you. My faith is simply not strong enough.
A Clear Cut Case of Castration
Psych 101. Textbook. I thought I was more interesting than this.
Back in college I aced all my psychology classes. You’d think I’d have more respect for this religion masquerading as a science.
I was at work, the local airport, a place I worked at years ago. I was a line tech, which basically was a gas station attendant for small aircraft and the occasional bigger private or charter jet. I gassed ‘em up. I parked 'em. I tied 'em down. I hangared 'em. Every so often, I’d wash 'em, even detail 'em.
We had a waiting area with out-of-date airplane-related magazines, a couple vending machines, and a tv. Private aviation has not yet reached the level of private automobiling and the cornucopia that is the convenience store.
I was alone, as I am in most of my dreams. When an occasional other person does appear in my dream, they are exasperating, frustrating, alien-seeming, or just plain frightening. You know, like they are in waking life.
So I was alone and I was very excited about a new knife I had recently gotten. I had it on the counter behind me, near the cash register, sheathed. It was a big ol’ nasty hunting knife, as long as my forearm and razor sharp. I wanted a plane to land just so I could show it off to someone, but it was a quiet, empty day, strangely bright and still and sterile.
Finally, I couldn’t help myself. I had to take it out and look at it. When I pulled it out of the sheath, however, my jaw dropped. The knife was broken. The tip had snapped off somehow–not just the tip, but the whole top third of the knife had been wrenched off. I looked around the cash register and on the counter, but the rest of it wasn’t there. I looked on the floor, I looked everywhere, but it was gone.
I was devastated about my new knife, almost in tears. I kept looking at it and looking away, then looking at it again, thinking it can’t be true!
Finally, I sheathed it and dropped it in the the garbage. Just then, I remembered my other new knife, the one I had left in my car. It was even bigger and cooler and sharper than the broken one. I cherished the thought of my back-up knife like a juicy secret. If a plane lands, I thought, I’ll run out back to the parking lot and get it so I can show it off.
But no plane landed. The day remained bright and still and sterile, empty even though I was in it. I was happy, but I really, really wanted to see the even better, unbroken knife I had on reserve. Time passed, dream-like, as it does in waking life. It just miraculously becomes later somehow.
Screw it, I thought, I need to look at my knife. I went out back to my car and SURPRISE! that knife was broken, too. The whole tip: gone. Not only that, but it was bent and twisted. The metal had blued from an application of great heat.
My poor knife…
I was kneeling there on the car seat, sobbing, when I woke up covered in sweat. My heart was hammering in my chest and my usual morning wood was conspicuously absent.
Heh, heh. You don’t need Freud for that shit, people.
July 18, 2015
One of the most awesome things about having adult children is going “I fucking told ya!”
Haha. The whole time they thought we were idiots :)
“I’ll call ya sometime.” I give him my number and
he’ll call me sometime.
I know how this works with females. I’m sure it’s the same way with males.
The brush off.
It hurts more with a guy, though, because my intentions truly are honorable. Plus, as a straight man, I like men more than women. They’re more honest. They have a smaller chip on their shoulder. What’s not to love about men?
Women. It’s like dealing with rabid cats. You’ll probably end up needing a tetanus shot. Fuck em. WAY easier to beat off and go to bed peacefully rather than deal with “her majesty”.
Whatever. When I gave him my digits and he didn’t offer his in return. Well, here’s your sign…
this is all in re my date with a dude
