yay! another day to pat urself on the back for doing things you should be doing all the time, preaching to the choir, being a “good” and “sustainable” person, etc.!!
especially in burlington vt i mean come on
The speaker who got the most applause was the “outreach intern” for Bernie Sanders, who read a letter from the congressman. In it, he listed a ton of liberal/reformist stuff that he would do, taking any/all responsibility for real action off the shoulders of the crowd assembled. He also followed a laundry list of liberal/capitalist “green stuff” w/ “we must not be timid.”
There was also a table where you could “reduce your carbon footprint” by buying a plant. I’m guilty of going for that, but I’m a sucker for $1 coffee plants.
A guy also asked the crowd “if there was no earth day, do you think we’d be celebrating it today?” (paraphrased)
Also fuck VPIRG, if you’re getting paid to be an activist pls re-evaluate who you’re working for. They’re in bed with some corporate interests and the HRC, so side-eye at will.
These beautiful floral, anatomical themed collages are designed by Moscow-based artist known as ‘FFO’. FFO composes classic, vintage illustrations that organically blend and mold together.
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
im glad im missing 420 this year even the thought of being high fills me with anxiety