Apology

I apologize to myself for not writing recently. And as a motivator to myself, I give me William Carlos Williams, one of my favorite poets:

Apology

Why do I write today?

The beauty of
the terrible faces
of our nonentities
stirs me to it:

colored women
day workers—
old and experienced—
returning home at dusk
in cast off clothing
faces like
old Florentine oak.

Also

the set pieces
of your faces stir me—
leading citizens—
but not in the same way.

Hey – Thanks

There are things to be grateful for, among them organizations and individuals who work to make our silly world a better place. Prime examples of this are the people behind these three events that I highly recommend for this Thanksgiving weekend:

(1) WEDNESDAY – CRANKSGIVING

(2) FRIDAY – THE REALLY, REALLY FREE MARKET

(3) SATURDAY – NORTH EAST LOS ANGELES FOOD NOT BOMBS BENEFIT (WITH FUNDERSTORM!!)

And don’t forget, (Black) Friday is Buy Nothing Day!

Help Me Understand Hipster Runoff.

(Or don’t, I might not actually care.)

So, as you may have surmised from the title of this here blog, I don’t understand Hipster Runoff. One of my friends that I adore very much is a fan. I think. He could be a fan ironically. I should ask.

To me, it looks like an ironic blog making fun of hipsters, but by hipsters, which makes the bloggers somehow meta-hipsters, which then makes them ironic hipster gods, and hipsterdom appears to be headed down an out of control postmodern self-referential irony spiral.

Maybe when they reach the end of the spiral, they will be sucked up into a vortex only to be spit out the other side as Wall Street hedge fund investors.