what a bleak morning!
what a bleak morning!
Andreessen Horowitz lève un fonds de cryptographie de 4,5 milliards de dollars dans un marché en baisse
Chris Dixon, associé général chez Andreessen Horowitz, discute de la crypto-monnaie lors du forum TechCrunch Disrupt à San Francisco, le 2 octobre 2019. Kate Munsch | Reuter Andreessen Horowitz prévoit d’investir des milliards de dollars dans des start-ups cryptographiques alors que les marchés des actifs numériques sont dans une ornière. La société de la Silicon Valley a annoncé mercredi un…
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@elfwreck love this post and haven’t been able to find it no matter what i’ve put into google so here’s the next best thing i guess
hm shorts: 13$
hm white top: 20$~
aeropostale top: 10$
spencers Beetlejuice earrings: 15$
spencers lollipop earrings: 10$
claire's lemon earrings: 4$
spencers book backpack: 50$
total saved: 112$ i think lolz
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I really need help!! How strong should the magnet be to remove ink tags?? I ordered one but its 5000GS?? Would that be enough?? This would be my firsttime trying to get clothes i want ^^ so please give me tips/answers, any would help!!
Ill be going to the mall with my bestie and im trying to make my bag structured?? Like i have a kates spade bag here cause my mom has a shit ton of bags, but would it be suspicious if i brought a gym bag + [email protected] shopping bag to H&M?? Like, i draw, and my bestie draws, so filling it up with art supplies wouldn’t be weird, right? (The [email protected] would be like a place for me to put the borrowed items in) planning to bring in a fake reciept and staple it shut and put a shoe box inside it yk? then go to tje dressing room and shove all the shit inside.
i get back after ten days and have to report my car as stolen when it was PROBABLY just moved by the dumb ass city but they don’t have a record so i had to report it as stolen and im waiting for an officer and called my insurance already but i still wanna die bc i cant go get my cat or have the person he’s with bring him bc their car doesn’t work rn
Hey uhhh quick question… huh?
The beginning of the “My Own Private Dallas” series, Uber rides, and “POPT.”
The short of it -- I’m very lonely; absolutely silent Uber/Lyft drives are borderline sociopathic; homophobia is still a thing in the offline Real World.
Hello, my name is Mar Avry (not my real name, oops) and this is my first post on my blog. I keep a physical journal that I write in everyday, but I realize I’m wanting someplace where my thoughts can be read by others. Someone who will read these words and hear me, make me feel understood. I’m also currently going insane and I figured why not at least write a little bit about it.
-My Own Private Dallas
I live in the Dallas, Texas area. I’m not in the city proper, I’m in one of the small suburbs that borders the main city. I’d say I’m within spitting distance, though. I’m not originally from here -- I was born and raised in Los Angeles. When I was 11, I moved to the Dallas area, and I’ve been here ever since, give or take a few relocations to and from the town where I went to college. Despite being in Dallas for almost 9 years, I’ve barely left the suburbs, except for some concerts here and there, as well as the random downtown excursions one takes when one wants to do anything relevant in this area. I haven’t gotten to truly know and love the Big D. It’s probably because I have virtually no friends. I’m fine with it (meaning not fine at all), it means I get to bask in my own company and do fun things on my own (meaning drown in isolation and stay locked inside all day tortured by my own brain). The full truth is a bit complicated to explain, so I’ll just leave it at “I don’t hang out with anyone; I try socializing and my brain tells me there’s no point in it, therefore I spend long stretches of time -- weeks, months -- by myself in my room, or with my dad, who barely talks to me.” That’s the sum of it. And the extended period of isolation has probably given me permanent brain damage, and yet it’s still hard for me to get out and participate in the world even though I’m on an antidepressant. I’ve been prescribed both an anxiety medication and a mood stabilizer. Can you believe I was prescribed the anxiety one to counteract the side effects of the antidepressant? It’s a joke, really. Anyway I haven’t taken the anxiety one or the mood one. I’m also not working at the moment. I was working about a month-and-a-half ago, but then they closed down the place where I work, so now I’m floating free in the wind. Well. As free as a breeze is, surrounded by four walls.
The good thing about the antidepressant is that it gives me the motivation to do things. I realized that to make any lasting change towards my mental state, I needed to maybe step the fuck outside and get fresh air and participate in the world. That’s what this series of posts will be about. I’m naming the series “My Own Private Dallas,” of course after “My Own Private Idaho.” Did you know that the title of that movie comes from the B-52′s song?
Keep off the path/beware of the gate/watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways"/don't let the chlorine in your eyes/blind you to the awful surprise/that's waitin' for you at/the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool... You're livin in your own Private Idaho/Idaho/you're out of control, the rivers that roll/you fell into the water and down to Idaho/get out of that state/get out of that state you're in/you better beware.
So. Yeah. Accurate to how I currently feel. I’m not in the middle of nowhere, though, I’m in the 9th largest city in the US. But I still feel alone. I’d like to think that this series will give me a new perspective on the city, a new perspective on solitude, and also bring me out of my functioning agoraphobia.
On 5/19 I wanted to do something, any fucking thing that would get me out of my apartment. I came across a play that was being put on at a theatre in Irving, which is nearby (somewhat). It was called “POPT.” The little graphic design on the brochure showed POPT in bold red letters, with a bloody baseball bat leaning next to the first P. The tagline is what got me: “Louie got Popt. Louie Popt back. Now Louie isn’t Louie anymore.” Okay... now I’m interested. Told me next to nothing, but it insinuated everything I wanted: violence, tragedy, and personal transformation. Tickets were only $15, so I said why not.
Eerie, right? I was intrigued. So I got dressed and called up an Uber.
Now I’m a proponent of public transportation -- if it saves me money, serves the community, and is better for the environment, then I’m all for it. However, I hate that U.S. public transportation is designed so shitty. Our infrastructure heavily supports the domination of the car (do you think the Cars Pixar movies were propaganda?!) and leaves little room for pedestrians or anyone else. The theatre is 20 miles from my apartment, but the bus ride there would’ve been two hours. It was either that or a $25 Uber, so I surrendered in a moment of weakness. And I know how expensive Ubering Everywhere can get, but if I had a car or a license, or better public transportation options, I wouldn’t bother (well I do have access to a car, but no license... bit of a long story). I will say that my area has recently added more bus stops and new routes, so when I need to go to downtown Dallas, I take the bus. But for locations that are out of the way, I spend an obscene amount on rideshare options. My credit card recently had a promo where if you exclusively used Lyft, you got bonus points back... I’m not proud of my behavior.
When it comes to rideshare experiences, there’s a certain atmosphere that is optimal for me. I have to confess that I’m the number-one fan of silent drivers. If you don’t have anything to say to me, I love you. It’s not that I despise small talk... it’s just that I despise small talk. IDK, I’m not the best at it, but I know I should probably work at it if I want to get better and out of my head. A fair amount of the time, I just don’t feel like talking, or I’m not in the mood. It’s not like I’m on my phone the entire time, either. I’m usually looking out the window at the landscape, thinking. And I understand that for these drivers, the only company they have while they drive around town are their passengers. But... that’s what your next rider is for, not me! I do try to engage here and there, and when it’s clear that they won’t stop talking, then I’ll go along with it -- I’m not one to tell some random person to shut up. But god, I can’t be asked to entertain inane bullshit for even 10 minutes; I realize this character flaw, and I’m sorry. Now, when a driver is silent? Lord, it’s music to my ears. I drink it up. I indulge in their Silence, I Enjoy it.
Does anyone remember when Uber Carpool was a thing? When you were able to take on cheaper rides by letting the driver pick up other people on their way to you? And you were stuck in a car with absolute randos? I remember using it a few years ago, but I didn’t use it enough to feel any specific way towards it. I did appreciate the reduced fare, though. My assumption is that COVID axed the feature, as it hasn’t been available on either Uber or Lyft for quite a while.
Now... let me be clear here. I’m most comfortable with non-speaking drivers. What I’m not comfortable with is absolute silence, as in no music or radio, nothing. Just the sounds of traffic and the environment around us. That is sociopathic behavior on the driver’s behalf. It makes me feel ill and uneasy. It’s like sitting in a silent room with one other person, where we’ve both acknowledged our presence but refuse to say anything to each other. The tension just grows from there, does it not? Especially when neither of us is engaged in something that would take away attention from conversation (people can talk and drive). I understand if a driver wants to sit in silence and think -- I’m not anti-reflection, as I previously stated I like looking out the window and thinking. But once you get a passenger in your car, I think it’s just a courtesy to fill the space with something, if not conversation. Though one time I had a guy who played some informational CD on “how to be an effective manager for your business.” So I suppose there are worse options than absolute silence. The guy who drove me to the theatre had his phone playing music. It was Top 40 something, or Top 40 adjacent. I could deal. Post Malone was bleating (or The Kid LAROI?), but I tuned it out. The driver seemed like he was jamming.
The play was at this small out-of-the-way location in Irving. In total, there were maybe less than 20 or so people that came to see the play. Only three people aside from me were under 50, buy only two other individuals and I were wearing a mask... you do the math. I made a bit of small chat with the guy selling tickets and the lady running concessions, so that was my extroversion for the day, thank you. The performance space itself was a black box theatre, with all the chairs placed in a U shape on the same level as the play. It was very intimate.
75 minutes later...
I really enjoyed it. I was not expecting the play to be about homophobia. The main character Louie gets attacked by a kid outside of a bar. He fights back; they both end up in the hospital, but only Louie is able to walk away, as he put the kid in a coma. And this is the second homophobic attack he’s experienced recently. The play starts off sometime after the attack, and portrays the transformation that Louie and his husband go through in the aftermath. Their relationship was on the rocks even before the incident -- his husband Jamie is overbearing to the point where Louie feels suffocated -- and as they go through legal proceedings with a tough-as-nails lawyer, they are assigned a court-ordered therapist, Andrea, to individually discuss their issues with. Louie even has a nonbinary friend named Ty who regards him as a hero for sticking up to the kid and fighting back. Ty wants to get their friends together and start a “neighborhood watch” for the community, so that people who try to start trouble in their area will think twice. But both Louie and Jamie are reluctant, and they get into an argument once Ty leaves. After his court hearing, Louie is approached by the mother of the kid that attacked him, and she asks for his forgiveness, explaining that she was able to forgive Louie, so he should do the same. Louie snaps at this and berates the mother for allowing her son to become homophobic in the first place. In between each scene, audio played over the speakers detailing a statistic about LGBT hate crimes, and the injustices that the community has faced from the law in response.
Overall, it was quite bleak, but necessary. It’s so easy to become wrapped up in the internet and online liberal media that sometimes I forget the real world operates at a completely different speed. I’m so used to seeing LGBT individuals casually existing online and talking about their experiences, the movement towards more representation in TV and movies, corporations making their political views transparent, and cancel culture in full action, all online. And these safe spaces do exist in the real world, but to witness this play among an audience of nearly all white people over 50? In North Texas, where the setting of the play takes place? It made the themes of the story all the more visceral. Normally I wouldn’t have batted an eye watching something involving LGBT themes, but among that audience, I became hyper aware of my surroundings, where something like what Louie experienced could still very easily happen (and still does, whether it’s talked about or not). I liked that the title and tagline of the play pulled me in without giving anything away. It more likely brought in a wider audience than if it explicitly stated the play was about homophobic violence. And I’m not one to stereotype, but... I’m willing to bet it’s what the audience members around me needed to see.
Afterwards, we were given the option to wait and speak to the cast members, but I filled my small talk quota for the day, so I snuck off to the bathroom and ordered an Uber back. I did see the guy who played the lawyer as I was walking back out, and I told him he did a great job.
My Uber driver back was also silent with music playing, praise be.
What’s y’all’s Uber/Lyft scores?
& yes I’m the psycho that actually talks to the riders lololol
Holy fuck. Mountain goats.
was thinking ab going tomorrow before i leave to get my nose ring changed but probs not!
Hamburger passengers and my car the traveling food court: a day in the life of an Uber Eats delivery girl
The message “Order ready” flashes across the screen overhead. Giant cardboard boxes wait on the counter, quarter pounders loudly declaring themselves in the center and fries spilling out from the grease-stained edges. Condensation drips down the soft drink paper cups, mirroring the beads of sweat on employees’ foreheads. All wearing black visors, they scamper from one end of the kitchen space to…
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My fatal flaw is that I will invariably call the Uber too early and then have them wait for me