plastic mugs

Zero Waste Tips

Whenever you go out, bring with you:

-a reusable water bottle filled with water (this prevents the purchase of plastic water bottles)

-an empty reusable coffee mug that can be filled during your travels, or a full reusable cup mug that you filled at home (prevents paper coffee cups and gives you a discount at many coffee shops, including Starbucks) 

-some kind of small cloth that can be used in place of napkins, tissues, and paper towels

-at least one reusable shopping bag (I have one I bring everywhere that folds up into a little square pouch) 

-a reusable container (useful if you eat out and have take home food) 

warm-up drawing of Ruvik-possessed-Leslie from the latest chapter of @croik ‘s awesome fanfic A Nail Through A Star :) I love imagining the characters in other clothes/hairstyles and this was too good not to draw. Such a cute but angry little man….


My Quest to Reengineer a Legendary Beer in a Dirty Kitchen

A few miles north of Portland, Maine, inside Allagash Brewing Company’s gleaming fluorescent-lit beer factory, a heavy door leads into a climate-controlled room lined with barrels full of aging beer. Past those barrels, behind a second, smaller door, is one of craft brewing’s most sacred spaces. In here, the thrumming industrial drone of bottling lines and keg washers fades away. Wooden casks stand silent sentry. Dust hangs heavy. Cobwebs lilt. The owner of Allagash, Rob Tod, sets a small green bottle of beer on an upturned cask. Its contents were aged in this very room. He pops the cork and pours a fragrant, foamy measure into a yellow plastic KOA coffee mug.

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went to daiso japan today!!!! Got a fantastic syringe mechanical pencil (the blue stuff moves!) and long soft socks and a real good pen and a lil bunny plush and a METRIC FUCKTONNE of Candy

Not pictured: cute plastic mugs and pencils for my little siblings, a bigger water bottle for my mom, ramune and calpico :0

Some of my very best years were ones where material and money were sparse, where I often sat alone, scantily sheltered within a screened-in porch under a cold light rain, nestled in a shabby hooded sweatshirt, with a cheap plastic mug of steaming green tea with lemon, listening to the rain patter on a crumpled tin roof above the tattered porch with its puddled and ragged green turf outdoor carpeting, soaring in the heights of some classic novel or other, my cat asleep on the railing, the brain at once settled in supreme calmness and yet alive with the fervor and crackle of an active mind. There was nothing of opulence, nothing of social achievement, nothing to prove, nothing to win, nowhere else to be. It is such recollections that remind me that the best of this life is readily accessible to us, waiting only for a pause, a break, a deep breath.

The Signs as Things
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> leaves growing back on trees after a short winter<p/><b>Taurus:</b> a warm lake that reflects the midday sun<p/><b>Gemini:</b> a bag of good granola cereal<p/><b>Cancer:</b> fast internet and frozen grapes<p/><b>Leo:</b> loud teenagers pushing each other down in a library<p/><b>Virgo:</b> a camouflage jacket with too many pockets<p/><b>Libra:</b> a pale yellow binder with little doodles in the plastic thing<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> a mug probably<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> a vending machine with an endless supply of chips<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> a forgotten poster with two crumpled up edges<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> a cactus sofa<p/><b>Pisces:</b> an office filled with colorful supplies and small family portraits resting on a desktop<p/></p>