when i’m browsing tumblr i feel like the only person on earth who is not fond of:
- harry potter
- spongebob squarepants
- pokemon
i don’t hate them, i’m just not interested.
You know what? I’ve been thinking, Tumblr thinks of itself like a community of oh-so-weirdos…
Hahaha I haven’t seen harry potter or star wars or any of the tv series you mentioned. Who’s alternative now? huh? and the only spongebob i ever recall watching was this one time me and 2 friends, it’s funny I don’t recall what we were doing all night, but anyway it was 6AM and we were out of cash and we needed a ride to university, so we went to a friend’s place cause it was close and he drives, and we watched cartoons while he showered and got ready.
Wow, I sometimes get the impression that my life was dull so far, completely overseeing those weird ass anecdotes that riddle my teenage years.
As years go by we become more articulate but we remain just as clueless.
Okay, off to create surplus value for the benefit of one of the richest families in the United States.
I woke up overly optimistic today. Feeling great and hopeful about the future. I went somewhere. On my way back home on the subway, I was reading a book that I enjoyed very much. I didn’t want to get home not having finished the book so I decided to get off at Museum Station to finish the book in Queen’s Park.
Since I was there I decided to check out the People’s Peas Garden. I witnessed its genesis last Workers day. I even laid a tiny tomato plant in the newly poured soil that day. It was a political garden, illegally planted in the backyard of the provincial government.
I only visited the garden once since, with my dad actually, and never took care of it. It didn’t look exactly brilliant the first visit, I was afraid it will be a flop like most of the activist gimmicks I’ve taken part of.
Today when I first saw it, it was total disbelief. No fucking way, this is the dump of soil that we left behind less than 5 months ago. It’s so beautiful now. And grown. I so wanna be there for picking the tomatoes.
I’m so impressed at how I can draw pleasure from other peoples’ labour, and at how we can draw pleasure from nature’s generosity. This visit and this garden really filled me with optimism.
The People’s Peas Garden has been destroyed by the City’s Parks and Recreation. Instead of a harvest party we will be having a vigil tomorrow Saturday September 29, 2012. It will be a party though; jamming and singing.
Occupy Gardens Toronto the folks who made this and other community gardens a reality, here’s a facebook link to that awesome group:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/378678535518452/
AUTUMN JAM: A Harvest Picnic Potluck Party
@ The People’s Peas Garden
12pm-6pm on Saturday Sept 29th
https://www.facebook.com/events/414496608609039/
The following is an excerpt from a statement made by Occupy Gardens:
BREAKING NEWS!
R.I.Peas
City of Toronto Workers have destroyed the People’s Peas Garden - taken all the plants and food to the dump - and layed sod overtop! Your hard-earned tax dollars at work!
Don’t be sad, in this world we live in destruction is the norm.
Be thankful and hopeful - what we are doing is so important that the big guns have percieved us as a threat, and upon the eve of our harvest have attempted to block the wind in our sails.
We need all hands on deck to let the people of Toronto know of this grave injustice and assault upon the basic needs of the people and of all life on this planet. This was more than a garden, it was a home to countless plants and insect species, it was a gathering place for many people, and something that gave much joy to so many.
Alas there was “a complaint”. The garden did not have permission to be there. What if everyone was to do this? Or my personal favourite - its a public health threat.
We need all hands on deck to come out and support the garden vigil/music-theatre dance party tomorrow and we can celebrate and deliberate upon next steps.
We could use the sod to build sod couches? maybe a sod love seat? and replant peas everywhere. We could plant on the front entrance of city hall or some other ideas?
Be strong fellow FEEDom Fighters!
In Peas, Lovage & SOILidarity
I woke up overly optimistic today. Feeling great and hopeful about the future. I went somewhere. On my way back home on the subway, I was reading a book that I enjoyed very much. I didn’t want to get home not having finished the book so I decided to get off at Museum Station to finish the book in Queen’s Park.
Since I was there I decided to check out the People’s Peas Garden. I witnessed its genesis last Workers day. I even laid a tiny tomato plant in the newly poured soil that day. It was a political garden, illegally planted in the backyard of the provincial government.
I only visited the garden once since, with my dad actually, and never took care of it. It didn’t look exactly brilliant the first visit, I was afraid it will be a flop like most of the activist gimmicks I’ve taken part of.
Today when I first saw it, it was total disbelief. No fucking way, this is the dump of soil that we left behind less than 5 months ago. It’s so beautiful now. And grown. I so wanna be there for picking the tomatoes.
I’m so impressed at how I can draw pleasure from other peoples’ labour, and at how we can draw pleasure from nature’s generosity. This visit and this garden really filled me with optimism.
One silly example: I didn’t have a jacket on me when it started raining yesterday on the patio. But I found a rain jacket that someone left behind on a chair.
It fit perfect too, and it’s waterproof.
When I was in Lebanon I went to a mountainous forest in the north of the country. It’s a cedar forest and it’s protected; but it obviously has stuff other than cedars. Including maple trees, which don’t exist in Lebanon except in that forest and its vicinity. So in this Mediterranean country there exists two slightly different races of maple trees, both of which have leaves that are considerably smaller than Canadian maple, and they’re completely wild, just randomly growing between rocks, no boundaries around them, almost invisible in the landscape. But they are maple trees just the same.
As I was looking out of the Toronto bus window today, I saw a small maple tree, branches sticking out of the fence of a Golf Course, unattended, definitely not numbered, growing in the midst of bad weed and wild shrubs. Normally maple trees in Canada are planted in rows and numbered, even the wild ones are proud and assertive and clean. Looking out the dirty window, it occurred to me. Maple trees come in different races and shapes and ages and health conditions. Just like humans. I really felt that my kind have the same worth as trees.
In my head I’m really cynical these days. Although I grew up a self-described optimist, I’ve always viewed cynicism as the correct mindset; that the only reasonable response to the bigger questions is cynicism. But I’ve also always maintained that reason is not the only arbitrator; in fact, reason is surely the least significant factor in the hundreds of decisions made everyday and has a very minimal effect on the course of history. The problem is I’m losing the faith, and it’s really ugly because now I fully realize how hollow faith is. I know, even before I pick-up a hobby that it’s only a distraction from the absurdity of existence; I know, even before I engage in a political struggle that it’s futile in the grand scheme of things; I know before I love that it’s an emotion that seems to give meaning to life but in reality it doesn’t begin to explain anything.
That’s not an attitude to have fun, that’s not an attitude to fight, that’s not an attitude to fall in love.
