Positive Mental Attitude

"The world is way too small to feel like nothing"

- "Trashcan" by Delta Spirit

It's fucking monsoon season out here. It's 80 degrees at noon, dumps rain from 3 to 7, clears for a gorgeous sunset, then dumps from midnight to 4. I'm writing a song about it.

For all the hardcore bums out here, I've met a few Davis-quality people. One of them is a warm-hearted, Chaco-wearing, queer girl who works for Adaptive Sports (the adventure Non-Profit for disabled bad-asses). She actually hugs me when we say hello and goodbye. No one fucking hugs anybody around here. It's tragic. I was having a shitty day and she gave me a hug and now I feel better. I thanked her again via text just now: "Thanks for the hug. It meant a lot." and she texts back "You mean a lot." And it hit me. Goddamn, I miss physical contact. I'm stoked to be headed back to a place where hugs are like handshakes and handshakes are like rain on your wedding day.

(Speaking of irony) Discussion topic of the day: Is Hipsterporn actually porn? (NSFW, unless you're killing time at your Portland bike kitchen shift, in which case go for it.) Is it, in fact, a social commentary on modern sexuality and media? Is it Art if it's not generating income because everyone's coke habits are already fully supported by trust funds? Or is it just porn for people who find Playboy too mainstream?

Reblogged from FenestraVitae 
(who has more suggested reading for hipsterporn enthusiasts in the comments section)

I've been giving a lot of high-fives, but no one seems as interested in leveraging their thund'rous power for enthusiasm and camaraderie as I do. My boss gave me one once out of acute gratitude, but he did it the way a Texan might say "grah-see-ahs" to a waiter at a mexican restaurant. Like, "This is how you show appreciation where you're from, right?" I'm amazed at how Californian— how socially frivolous and ideologically irresponsible— I feel out here.

LISTEN. You'll be happy you did.