I find it so hard not to correct the grammar of posts I reblog.
Now what does that say about me?
today i heard 2 kids talking about buying fake IDs after school and so i started eavesdropping cuz u know thats big kid stuff and then one was like “yeah but is all this really worth it like im pretty sure the fake IDs cost more than the fish we r gonna buy”
to buy fish at petco u have to be 18 or older
they were going to get fakes to buy fish
It’s called The Solvay Hut.
It’s called “A beautiful example of ‘screw it, I do what I want.”’
That’s what it’s called.
Whenever I post something online, I do so with the assumption that the whole world will be able to see it. True, the possibility of anyone outside my small social sphere seeing any of my writings is remote at best, but you can never know.
This is the mentality everyone should take when posting anything.
But this brings up two independently frightening thoughts.
There are people out there sharing whatever they want, completely unaware of the potential audience they might have.
There are people out there sharing whatever they want, with the full knowledge that the world can see.
I honestly don’t know which is more concerning.
I changed my blog because I changed my writing focus. And that’s an ok thing.
But it does create an oddly circular culture: Kids develop social media audiences in order to become “stars,” which really just means having enough social media followers to sell out to a brand for sponsorship. Perhaps more amazingly, none of them seem to mind. When I asked kids what they thought about “selling out” for my PBS documentary on social media, none of them could even tell me what “selling out” meant. They thought it had something to do with there not being any tickets left for a concert.
The language barrier aside, young social media users today draw no distinction between art and commerce, culture and advertising. While kids engaged with social media have the ability to express themselves and their values to pretty much the rest of the developed world, they seem unaware of the extent to which these platforms shape the values they choose to express.”
I’ve had a life-long love for the country Ireland. Even though I’ve yet to live there, or even visit, I cannot remember a time when I wasn’t drawn to the place. The idea is so deep-seated that I often forget that I, in reality, have no ties to the country whatsoever. Even the idea that my dad’s side of the family are Irish is mostly family tales.
Not gonna lie, realising an identity you’ve had your whole life is superficial is pretty disheartening.
However, plane tickets aren’t all that expensive. And nothing can stop me from going. Who knows, the idea I’ve had in my head might simply be exactly that. Mine.
From: A Collection
A push, a shove, a splash from a water bottle, Mike couldn’t remember what brought him here. The throng had driven the memory from him. All he knew was the throbbing, swaying swell of bodies that surrounded him. Men and women writhing to the same beating heart of music, all out of sync with each other yet in time to the sound.
He, Mike was his name, yes, was on a boat. The craft rocked from the movement of its passengers, toying with the hungry waves. The music reached a climax, Mike was thrust to the side, over the rail, into the water.
About these picture posts with the bad handwriting and equally bad spelling.
I tend to get a lot of my inspiration for my writing by watching people on the bus. I usually carry around my notebook and try write whenever inspiration hits.
Sadly, busses and writing are terrible partners.
And my handwriting is pretty bad to begin with.
Also, spelling words isn’t an aspect of pride I lean too heavily on.
But these pieces are worth sharing, even if they are hard to read.
I’ll try and keep them captioned for those of you who can’t make out my scrawling.