My Cardboard Balcony

You guys ever heard of a mukbang, or meokbang? It's apparently this online trend where people eat on camera for their fans. I'm not exactly focused on the actual substance of a mukbang, though - I just freaking love the word. I love language, guys. I love wordplay and semantics and colloquialisms and prose and poetry. I love the way vocabulary has expanded and changed throughout history and across cultures. I love how we incorporate words from other languages into our own dialect and just go to town. The slang, the regional phrases, all that - it just reminds me of why I love writing and speaking and music and performance because language is a part of all that. It's what separates us from every other living creature on this tiny planet. I guess what I'm trying to say here is...is that I'm really tired, guys. I'm exhausted. By everything. This week was really long, and really difficult to get through. I'm not going to get too into the political bullshit

You Cannot Silence Me by Belinda Roddie I'm not your enemy simply because I report the truth.

I say we write a brand new Declaration of Independence. I say we nail it onto every door in the office of Congress. Make the fuckers read it seven times to remind them of what this country was meant to be: Free, brave, democratic, and ballsy. Yes, I said ballsy. Because some people running the nation seem to have forgotten their gonads at the door. Fetch a hammer and some nails, my friends! Who's with me?