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Bubble blowing girl- weirdly enjoyable and impressive and somehow incredibly creepy (check out the youtube uploaders profile- talk about fetish dedication!)
Freeganism is often described as a recent phenomenon, but its premises date back at least to Gerrard Winstanley, a 17th-century English cloth seller. In the 1640s, Winstanley’s business failed, and he resettled in the Surrey countryside, where he herded cattle. These were tough times in England, marked by violence, famine and low wages. Winstanley decided that the solution was to form a community without money. The poor would till the soil and fill communal warehouses with their crops, which would be distributed to all. Winstanley, who abhorred waste, eventually took over some uncultivated public lands along with his followers and founded what was known as a Digger colony.
The colony didn’t last long, but Winstanley wrote extensively about his utopia. Centuries later, in the 1960s, a group of radicals in San Francisco were inspired by his writings and dedicated themselves to creating a society without money. They called themselves the Diggers, and they opened free stores, distributed free food, set up free housing in squats, offered free medical care and even organized free concerts featuring the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane.
Lots of people trusted Christian Karl Gerhartsreiter. At least two women married him - though they each knew him by a different name. The members of elite social clubs in San Marino, Calif.; Greenwich, Conn.; and here in Boston embraced him and vouched for him. A series of investment firms offered him jobs as a stockbroker and bond salesman, even a vice president, despite his lack of credentials, experience, and, as quickly became clear, his at best rudimentary knowledge of finance. And over the last decade or so, neighbors and acquaintances have believed that he was Clark Rockefeller, a retiring, somewhat aloof man who implied, but never came out and said, that he was an heir to the Standard Oil fortune.
Urban Foraging in Chicago-
freegan-esque urban sustainability “outside of society” freak awesomeness.
Here is a link to a review that (more or less) sums up my POV on the lost season finale.
A lot of people in internet-land seem to think that “not liking” the ending of Lost somehow equates with “not understanding” the ending of Lost. I got it, alright. I just didn’t think that Alternate U added much to the overall story except for a narrative excuse for the classic “clip show and cast hugs” season finale. I didn’t need to know the answer to “Why does the Hurley bird exist?!?”…but I sure as shit didn’t need a “Spontaneous Holographic Buddhist Karma Wheel” tacked on to half of the last season so the writers can cram some “people are all that really matters” obviousness down my throat. Shit works better as subtext, y’all.
Lost was still a fucking awesome show, btw, and that last episode was at least 90% good. I just think the last 10% shit its pants.
Why She’s Hot:
- Breasts. Now, a lot of women say they have breasts. Whatever. They can take as many MySpace shots as they want, but they will get close to the awe-inspiring cleavage that Christina Hendricks has. Seriously, you could form a religion on that alone.
- That figure. The very definition of hourglass. She belongs in dictionary next to the term “Woman.” It’s a body built to throw you onto a bed and ride you like a pony.
- The hair. Dear God, the hair. I’m not saying non-redhead cannot be attractive, but there’s no way some blonde or brunette could ever hope to match this.
- Ass, Lips, Eyes. I wish I could just say that her body is the idealized form of human beauty and be done with it, but WTH requires five bullet points. Wait, here’s a video of said ass. We were all afraid we missed it, Roger.
- Talent. She’s amazing on Mad Men, playing a someone with immense talent who cannot get anywhere due to sexism. And she was on Firefly! And she plays the MOTHERFUCKING ACCORDION. Hotness? SETTLED.
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