Bird Flu True or False

“The internet is the only safe place from bird flu.”
False. Part of the moon is also safe from bird flu.

“All bird flu little girls go to heaven.”
Not necessarily. Bird flu little girls go to heaven if
they’re good, like everyone else.

“Assemblies are a sign of bird flu.”
False. Assemblies are a sign of being in elementary
school, although Friday is pizza day is a sign of bird
flu.

“If you get bird flu in a dream, you have it in real
life.”
Unfortunately this is extremely true.

“Bird flu’s a lover boy at play, he don’t play by
rules.”
True.

“Bird flu likes to move it-move it.”
Also true.

“Bird flu is a double negative.”
Both true and false.

“Bird flu only kills birds.”
False. Bird flu kills birds, people, and any hope.

124

"So far, bird flu has killed 124 people in 10 countries, most of them in Vietnam and Indonesia. This is out of 218 documented human cases in the same 10 countries. More than 200 million domestic fowl have been killed worldwide to help stem the spread of the illness."

Why this is here?

You are what you Eat

"Me and the folks who buy my food are like the Indians – we just want to opt out. That's all the Indians ever wanted – to keep their teepees, to give their kids herbs instead of patent medicines and leeches. They didn't care if there was a Washington, DC, or a Custer or a USDA; just leave us alone. But the Western mind can't bear an opt-out option. We're going to have to refight the Battle of Little Big Horn to preserve the right to opt out, or your grandchildren and mine will have no choice but to eat amalgamated, irradiated, genetically prostituted, bar-coded, adulterated fecal spam from the centralized processing conglomerate"

- Joel Salatin, "Beyond Organic" Farmer
courtesy of The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan

Ho v. Hum

You are not from the San Francisco Bay Area, but you are what makes the bay area what it is, which is what you want it to be: pleasantly strange, somehow nothing like anything in all of Ohio. But there are people who are from here, and while you provide the controlled flourishes in side bars of bay area history, they’re the crumpled receipts in the back pockets of your dreams- they’re the ex-fun your butts just cashed. You stumble around, giddy from huffing the rarified air in your open minds, and they’re the vast fields of fuel under all that dirt, they’re what you run on.

How do you know when you’re done pooping?

You pee.

Can’t Be Bought, Won’t Back Down

A sublime air surrounds beautiful sad things, they stand as testaments to their own futility.