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Everybody hates your backpack

We do. We all hate your backpack.

We all want you to know that it’s  a concert, not camping. Are you headed to a full day of classes right after the show? A sleepover perhaps?

What bonds people just as well as love, perhaps better? Hate. Shared hatred. Trés cozy.

I’m not talking that hate that inspires over-privileged selfish cowards to carry about tiki torches.  I’m all for loving everyone first and then picking out individuals to hate based on their selfish behavior. Have you ever been at a show and your hatred of some rude fuck molesting you with his backpack & torturing all that they touch completely bonds all around the offender? You all find peace and bond over the fact that yes, said person is ruining everyone’s experience with their complete disregard of every other human being. Yes. We are at a rock show, but that does not mean we all have to be assholes. If you have a medical need to do so, please do, otherwise it’s completely silly. My mom always taught me manners will always take you further in life.

Who is this person that insists on bringing a backpack to every show?. The largest purse to a tiny venue? Are you that person that insists that piece of luggage the size of a small child needs to be with you in the front row?Are these people on their way to O’ Hare? And of course, they need to be right next to the stage with their small child strapped to them apathetically slamming into all around them.  They turn to yell to their friends about that other friend who will be right there. I already know they also have a backpack and they are going to be standing directly on me in 5 minutes. Can’t wait. Cue, full turn around and (again) smashing me with the backpack, waving like a moron about 6 inches from my face to another moron to come stand upon me.  Why yes, of course, he’s extra drunk and smelly, why wouldn’t he be? Good thing they can’t feel it all because they’ve brought a backpack large enough to hold a goddamn tent. I plot about the opening of the bag and all the belongings just tumbling…

To the backpackers:
I hate your backpack and now I hate you.
Everybody hates you and your backpack
I will bitch LOUDLY about you to you and roll my eyes with our shared sufferers of your existence.
I plot about opening that bag and all their… seriously wtf is in there?  I do hope it’s precious. The bag empties it’s guts all over the floor and we the surrounding afflicted, mosh it all into oblivion. I dream of this moment. I swear it’s gonna happen one day. I’m gonna hit that right day and …yeah

AND SERIOUSLY WTF IS IN THERE?

Hell, this isn’t the 90’s, you have a phone which usually contains EVERYTHING.  Keys you are allowed to have keys, wallet, and a phone. Fine, it’s a day-long festival but seriously how much shit do you want to carry around with you, ALL DAY? Do you think that bringing a huge backpack is going to enable you to hide all your illegal fun stuff? Good luck on that.  I watched at Riot Fest as one guy shut down one of the lines for about 10 minutes while they insisted on ripping apart the very large, very packed bag and splaying its contents. If you bring a backpack you should make the decision that bringing all your worldly possessions with you should be left back where there’s room for that kind of lameness. Get to the back of the crowd where you belong. The pit is reserved for those who know how to exist without all of our belongings strapped to us.

We are the free, let us be free.

Sorry, not sorry. Fucking manners, people.

from the series Concert Etiquette

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In love with the moon:

Happy National Moon Day!
For as long as I can remember I’ve had a love affair with space. More specifically, the moon.
But really, how can you not?
This giant beautiful glowing orb that appears nightly, constantly changing, just hanging in the sky. If you need a daily dose of celestial beauty I completely suggest NASA’s picture of the day through IFTTT. It shares daily on my Facebook. Just appears, like magic.
It’s the perfect daily reminder that we are just a speck in a world of apparent magic, explained by science. I love the little notifications I get throughout the day of people agreeing that science is fucking cool.
I will still continue to take #shittypicturesofthemoon
It's all in the name of science.

X,
Sara

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Remembering Incorrectly

 I  had no idea until researching quotes for my blog posts that commonly understood quotes are credited to incorrect people, and many times incorrectly. Sometimes, not at all correctly. This particular quote is a person no one seems to knows but yet it is credited to him again and again-  but that’s all anybody really knows.Did that deter me from using it? Hell no.  It’s still a great quote

Thanks Dresden James, whoever the hell you are.

Like all great hoaxes, there are layers. The lie mixes with the truth. The layers are so many that perhaps there’s a bit of truth but which truth?

Bookish Credits

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Never silent

 

An ironic but a purposeful choice of quote. Yesterday I choose to be silent on social media as my part on International Women’s Day, a sort of, “Be careful what you wish for”. Every woman should be a feminist and want to celebrate women but it’s the not women voices that make a real difference. Stay with me.

It’s the people who are not women that make it all more possible for equality. If protests have taught me anything, it’s when the people who are not being oppressed see the ludicrousness that real change starts to happen. It’s not about being for one sex over another, it’s simply recognizing we are both people and its fucking stupid not to stand up for the rights of another human being.

Every wish I had for the day was exceeded when my brother wished my mother and a Happy International Women’s Day.

Happy belated International Women’s Day, bitches

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Make others see

Art is not what you see, but what you make others see

One of my favorite things is that despite the artist’s intention, every viewer takes their own interpretation to put their own experiences and thoughts on something to come up with their feeling that could very easily have nothing to do with the artist’s intention.