ive been listening to mbmbam regularly (like listening to every ep on the day/day after they come out) for two years and man im stuck in a time loop arent i
a lot of ink has been spilled about Modern Witchcraft for Modern Problems, but it turns out that in 2022, what you need is someone who can unblight crops, do abortions, and call the rain. same as it ever was
a lot of ink has been spilled about Modern Witchcraft for Modern Problems, but it turns out that in 2022, what you need is someone who can unblight crops, do abortions, and call the rain. same as it ever was
there’s a big difference between “food waste” as in “farmers destroy tons of food to avoid exceeding quotas” or “supermarkets throw away this much edible food because it doesn’t sell”
and “food waste” as in “it is not actually within the capacity of humans to perfectly predict and track household food consumption, so a certain amount of food per household inevitably goes bad and has to be thrown out every year”
the idea that food waste is the product of thoughtless consumers rather than corporate greed is really insidious
there’s a big difference between “food waste” as in “farmers destroy tons of food to avoid exceeding quotas” or “supermarkets throw away this much edible food because it doesn’t sell”
and “food waste” as in “it is not actually within the capacity of humans to perfectly predict and track household food consumption, so a certain amount of food per household inevitably goes bad and has to be thrown out every year”
the idea that food waste is the product of thoughtless consumers rather than corporate greed is really insidious
this time of year there is a quality of light that hurts the eyes. all that green against all that blue & the clouds shapeshifting across the sky. even on overcast days it burns itself into you, acid green, electric gray. this time of year is a quality of light that hurts the heart. I dream of never sleeping, of the demented orchestra of ice cream trucks, of staining my tongue blue in slushee eternities. sometimes I drove along the lakeshore on the south side of town & there is the skyline of Kenosha jutting out into the water, a hazy blue mirage. it looks like an enchanted city, a city of dreams, & I think maybe that’s why I’ve always romanticized Kenosha despite living in Racine—it’s easier to love a city when you see it from a slight distance, cloaked in blue mist, & can imagine it to be anything you want. when I arrive there it’s just another dirty old town, not that much different from my own; as soon as I leave I long to return again. the only time I feel such longing for Racine is when I see it from a different vantage point—like when I took xxx to the lighthouse & we looked at the silhouette of downtown against the fading blue & I said when I see it like this it’s magic, when I see it like this I can’t imagine ever living anywhere else.
