got the bill from the people who fixed my AC. $720 for the 4 hours of labor, $50 for the “equipment use” (pump that can be bought new at home despot for $100-to-$300), $275 for the soon-to-be-illegal freon, and $300 for the mysterious parts with names like “s glass” and “ball valve” and “red coupling”. I shouldn’t have googled the parts. They are like $5-$10 each retail, and I’m sure they get trade discounts.

Why do we go to school for years and rack up six-figure debt when someone who learns a/c-repair trade makes $180/hour. And does not worry about jobs outsourcing to India or China.

It’s fine, scatter your half eaten takeout that you ate for dinner around the playground overnight. You are probably used to others picking up your sh.t all your lives. This time, it was me who gathered it up and threw it in trash.

It’s okay, scribble your stupid gang tags on the ground and play equipment. you don’t have the creativity, skills or imagination for anything more than that, but we pay for people whose life work is to erase this. That money would be better spent on planting flowers and fixing broken benches for the old people, or feeding the homeless, but your feeling of self importance matters, too, and so is your right to self expression in our liberal democracy.
Unlike a despised gentrifying immigrant invader like me, you probably played at this playground ten years ago, so it’s yours as much as it is mine now. I would like to imagine that you or your parents gladly contributed taxes to this city (if you were in the high enough bracket to actually be paying taxes), and sent a check to Park Conservancy when you found their envelope in your mailbox. Because, you know, taxes is what buys us all a civilization.

I share the city with you, and sharing the playground with you is a part of it, and it’s a beautiful thing. Having been able to immigrate here, I was more “fortunate” than you who were born in this country with full command of the language and the privileges that it confers on its citizens – you probably didn’t get as many of these privileges as some others. We all contribute to its diversity in our ways.

But when you methodically and deliberately leave your phlegm-filled spit on every slide and every swing – claiming it for your disgusting selves only, that’s where my sympathy for you ends. If you share this city with others, that means you, too, have to share it with those who are smaller, weaker, and less experienced in life than you. Two-year olds are citizens, too.
I was at a loss as to explain to crying L why this morning is not the day to play at the playground. Maybe some of us don’t deserve to live in a liberal democracy after all.

I don’t know why I care, but the fact that I can’t seem to be able to connect with anyone here at work puts my entire long term future here in question.

Of my entire day, I spend:
8 hours at work
3 hours commuting
3 hours with R, much of which involves making and eating food and planning the day and week while avoiding topics like politics
1 hour reading, which includes this site
6 hours sleeping
3 hours with L, which is one part delightful beyond comparison, one part exhausting beyond comparison

That’s it. I don’t have the time to talk to friends anymore (anyway everyone seems stuck in their own rut), I don’t even know I have friends anymore, and the twice-monthly coop shifts are the peak of my social life.

Work is the biggest part of the day, and it’s the most soul deadening. It is not stressful, which was the whole reason I walked away from the Old Company, but neither was the time I was with the Pathetic Company, but at least I had a semblance of friends there. And expectations there were lower. Here, I literally don’t talk to anyone all day.

seriously, what the actual f.ck, Verizon-Tumblr @staff

Your algorithms are now flagging summer light on my bookshelf as NSFW “sensitive content”?  

Is it the 3d-printed locknester bear? Or is it a shockingly uncovered sea shell? Or are books bothering you? 

I still get blogs, half of them with names that imply teen porn, trying to follow me every day, and I try to block them as fast as I can, my blocking/reporting them giving you free data – and this is what you’re spending your resources on?

If @david Karp walks away and starts a new platform, I’m going, and would love it if my followers came along.

And honestly, this makes me not want to post anything on here anymore.