Neighborhood’s looking good.
If you need another reason to stay home, here you go.
Curious how so many leftist demands suddenly start being met, out of desperation, when there's a pandemic. Almost as if what's keeping us from being a decent people and doing the right thing is our own complacency in normalcy.
The fatality rate of COVID-19 is significantly higher than the flu. Immunity, or lack thereof, is the most alarming issue. We've had years and years to build up immunity against various flu strains. In theory, no one is immune from Coronavirus. It's highly contagious. This is why social distancing is so crucial right now. We don't have the capacity to take care of the potential number of people who can get infected. So, seriously, stay way from others as much as you can and wash your hands. Do it for yourself. Do it for your loved ones. Do it for our species. Our system has failed us. We can't fail each other.
Still on cloud nine from last night. We met Jane Sanders! Blurry from the excitement of the moment!
Gosh, I love Richard Wolff. He knocks it out of the park in this debate. We're going through a remarkable moment of political shifts. I welcome this saner ideological spectrum with open arms.
bernie: hey, it'd be cool if you could get that root canal without having to give up your rent money, right?
galaxy american brain: UM ARE YOU SUGGESTING THE WORKERS SEIZE THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION AND ABOLISH THE CAPITALIST STATE AND ESTABLISH A CLASSLESS SOCIETY NO THANK YOU GOOD SIR
Today I drove all the way to a small town outside of Nashville to buy a trash bag stuffed with old Harley tees. Got to the gentleman’s house and nobody was there. Drove around to kill some time hoping he’d get back to me. He did. Said he sold it to someone else who got to his house after me. Apparently, he had to go to Lowe’s right before I got there. Don’t give your address to more than one person when you’re selling something, folks. But it’s all good. You win some, you lose some. I got to explore a cute new town and ended up scoring some decent finds. It’s all part of the dance and I live for it!
I got a bangora hat and a flight jacket today and realized it’s the perfect “sheriff of a small mountain town” look.
What a day! Definitely not my typical yard/estale sale Saturday. Went to a sale at Porter Wagoner’s old house. It felt like I had stepped into the most incredible time capsule. Walked around his office, perused his closet, admired his wall art, got a kick of all the tchotchkes. It was basically a museum. Nothing was updated and it was amazing. And, whoa, before going inside, I met Nashville country music legend Buck Trent! And, listen to this, I played Porter’s Martin D-41 guitar.
The prices were understandably sky high but I was able to snatch this flood-damaged poster I found in the basement for 5 bucks. Then we came across this yard sale down the road and it turns out the sweet lady there worked at Opry for years and actually knew Porter. We get to talking about country music and she casually mentions Alan Jackson used to live in the back of her house when he first moved to Nashville. I mean, WHAT.
Sometimes I can’t take this town. I love it so much.
A flat wide collar, thin fabric and a draped casual fit on a beautiful warm day? Sign me up! This one came from an old department store in Alabama that closed in the 70s called Burger Phillips.
The vintage slinger blues. When you get your hands on a dope piece, you’ve got to...know when to hold it, know when to fold it!
I got a wooden hanger so old, the printed business phone number is…41.
The malignant buffoon went on another racist tirade against Puerto Ricans and I just don’t know why it still stings. It’s what he does.
His words hurt and they have material policy consequences that badly damage life on the island.
The way he animates his base with racial animus against us is also straight-up frightening.
I take some satisfaction in knowing that tiny little island is such a pain on his wretched ass.
Hatefulness sometimes has the unintended consequence of sparking radical self-love and unity for a marginalized people. And I guess that’s the silver lining of all this grossness.
All those attempts to diminish us make me realize what giants we are. We have been a colonized people for the entirety of our existence and we are still here. Still thriving. We’re here. 🇵🇷
Puerto Rico Jazz Fest tee. From my dad’s closet ❤️