asdfghjkl

Oh blog. My life soundtrack is currently a loop of Alanis Morrisette’s tenderhearted indie rock masterpiece, You Learn: You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You spend an absurd amount of money on a pet snake at the Denver Reptile Expo only to discover it’s a Madagascan boa constrictor projected to grow to 6 feet and live off rabbits so you have to give it away 22 hours later, you learn.

Since moving to Boulder, this is what else I have learned:

• Restaurants are fucking crazy. Funky pop blasting in the dimmed dining area while Mexican folk music fills the fluorescent sterility of the kitchen. Dozens of white customers spending $18 on charcuterie boards while cooks make $12 / hr. The inequities of racism and imperialism are everywhere.
• High speed stress cutting corners – CORNER. BEHIND. HEARD. So much goes into preparing a table, getting food onto your plate, cleaning it off, and getting it ready for the next round of customers; I never realized this before.  This disconnect between what we consume, all its production inputs, and where it goes once we are finished is a capitalist strategy that (1) keeps us from comprehending the energy, effort, time, and waste involved in producing and disposing things we consume, (2) makes us undervalue what we consume, and (3) promotes thoughtless, excessive consumption.
• If you are going to ride a bike home from the restaurant at 9pm when its 40 degrees outside, you should wear gloves.
• Fwends are what make life worth living. I’m grateful for all the people in my life who understand, support, and love me. 

This is all for now <3 stay ssssslithery.