As of late I’ve been trying to find a backpack that can hold just enough for hiking, biking and general out-of-house activities. What I was looking for…
Where did the good music go? Where the value went: to those few who realized value does not exist in the proliferation into nothingness. Where the workmen accept that their production depends on art, that the artist's domain is placed on equal grounds in terms of value.
How can every other cryptocurrency platform and app celebrate how many DApp users exist, despite having not yet explained why it's worth celebrating?
The aesthetician hides behind closed doors and only leaves with abstractions; this is why there are so few philosophers that one could film with sensory delight. Rather, the aesthetician may be filmed as they become blank in the face, or scratching a brief note in a notebook, with long pauses in between. The romanticism of the aesthetician is limited.
It is not because they are "sheeple" or "dumb" - they are emotionally illiterate. Like the baby that is endlessly entertained by covering one's face with two hands - it is the spectacle of an event beyond concept that riles them up. Emotionally illiterate people do not understand why they are being affected by a film scene, but instead, celebrate that they are; i.e., they may value the existence of a subject rather than its purpose.
Upon reading the fine print of the Monster Castings website, they are not in fact vetting people for these reality television shows, but tentatively creating overpriced photo portfolios. That is not explicitly stated, but instead it's positioned as "workshop" to prepare the actor for the show. So here is a brief report on what I've seen with Monster Castings and related websites like Nonscripted.tv
Always seeing a way out — I am surrounded by abundance yet I have chosen this life for this short period of time — is the reason why the will can be so weak. So the challenge by pushing 100 miles out the first day: to reduce escape points, to trap myself in challenge.
It's been about a year since I last published a new EP or track. For nearly half a decade I have internalized a growing love for the footwork scene, in awe of the unforgiving repetition and harshness that so many classic tracks have. They do not hesitate to delve into obsessions that I could only liken with a poetic madness.
Google Maps has an issue with directing to the camp: while it identifies exactly where the camp is located, it does not take into account the unpaved roads required to get to the campsite via bicycle - nor the Florida Trail, which would be a huge bonus if it were included in the future.
I have always kept an interest in oral supplements: as a child, I would start ingesting whatever new age pills that my stepmother stocked every few months; St. John’s Wort sticks in my mind. With the odd name and the very ambiguous benefits that the bottle implied (as some kind of treatment for depression), I became an optimistic skeptic for the supplement and others.