Riki,
Thank you. And please excuse my stream of consciousness, as that is all it was.
I'm not trying to win an argument.
I am not even an environmentalist by any stretch. I drive a car that is not micro. A 2010 Honda Accord Coupe. 21 MPG. No big deal.
Symbols are powerful though, and it seems fair that a little "flack" should come with the territory. By the way, I don't have an air conditioner. At all. I probably would have one if I lived in Phoenix. But I live near the coast in the SF Bay Area. My refrigerator is less than one half of the usual American beast-sized refrigerator. It's what you might call "small apartment sized".
But you are generally right about America's ugly waste when compared to Europe's ugly waste. I live surrounded by beast-mobiles, some very close to the size of yours. And I'm sure the refrigerators in my neighbors homes are also huge,as you say. And this goes on in a little gentrified "hippy town" that is well known for its often radical eco-concsiousness.
BTW Diesel is dirty.
We all have double standards.
Evil in the symbols.
I use lots of paper towels.
I like your windshield. Makes me want to get a small jeep.
Hi sweetie,
Well options for boots whilst fdjording in such a heavy duty machine should never be limited to green or black rubber "waders", or hip boots (unless you are naked, natch).. I'd probably opt for a sweet pair of black patent leather shin dig boots (knee high), with a 3 inch band of black marabou trim along the top. Sensible thin heel, side zipper, and black fishnet stockings just in case you need them for bagging a salmon. Anything but a pair of Uggs (but I really could never picture your feet clad in Uggs), anyhow.
I can dig it, Right on,
Your Aunt Mark
ps I picked a fight with some deep water a couple of years ago, (whilst in a new Mercedes)....and toasted a sweet new pair of Gucci kicks! It was ugly. I'm still sad. Also, the car was totaled. But enough about that.
Say hi to lunchbox for me.
My husband uses too many paper towels, too. Y chromosome thing? And Windex. He is a fiend for Windex. Unexplainable.
Here are my favorite boots. I think, (read am afraid), that they may actually be pony skin. I bought them in Prague 7 years ago. I don't think they are too picky about their skins in Prague.
Kisses, Eameshead. You win. If you live in the US with no A/C and a college-sized fridge, you are either really, really poor or a member of greenpeace. I've just got back from dinner with a bottle of red and a shot of Genepi, (Google it. It is the Mother's Milk of the Haute Savoie), and I will confess now in my slightly, (enormously), inebriated state, that I also own a 2006 Hummer.
It is parked at my house in South Carolina. My caretaker drives it around the block every Friday to make sure that the battery is not dead. The car is absolutely unsellable. It is a dinosaur. I am hanging my head in shame. Crows are better than me.
Nahhhhh,
I could be much more socially responsible. I just try to keep life simple.
Not rich, but I feel lucky to be sure. I feel like an indian living on the edge of a bountiful and beautiful lake. Living and coasting on a relatively easy path of least resistance.
Certainly not rich. But then there is not much more I could ask for either. Sure, if I had more money, I might travel a lot more. But thats about it. I have most of the MCM I crave, and as one who has chosen the fickle field of art for a lifetime, I feel like I have been able to get by in life with smoke and mirrors. Yes I like the void.
I volunteer a lot, and I try to be a good person, but I have my issues, as you well know.
I must say, I AM a crow fan. SO WATCH OUT!
Yeah, talk about symbols! You picked a doozy with the big H. It will be a classic very soon. Nice boots.
Certainly not.
Now, if you had drowned or electrocuted the pony in question yourself -- and were heard to chuckle wickedly while doing so -- we'd have to "send you to Coventry," as those lovable Brits are wont to say.
Speaking of lovable, I like crows, dinosaurs, and flat windshields, too. What a coincidence . . .
Oh those boots fucking smoke Riki! Yes, I am editing my earlier rambling on about something stoopid (as usual), and oddly I require boots here in South Florida (mostly for fashion purposes). And you Dear Riki made me search for them way way back in one of Aunt Mark's winter wardrobe hide-away crap area's. I've never worn the front two pair (ankle cut), but the black Gucci's behind are sweet with fishnets and I forgot about the matching brown pair. They look great paired with a decent pair of shorts. I could be wrong.
Blazed Lucky Charms and Cheerio,
Aunt Mark
ps hi.
Well the fishnets should easily detach from the garter belt (velcro and muscles, I think). The rest is up to the fish. Now, how do you feel about a band-aid under a pair of fishnets? Or hair? And I'm sorry that I edited my last post. I am a bit tipped over. I dig those pony boots. Yes. I like Roy Rogers and Trigger, too. and I like all of you.
Hi,
Aunt Mark
Huh. Well, I've never been a clothes-horse, but ankle boots, or anything higher than a brogan, do speak to me. Desert, or chukka (whatever that is) boots were fresh when I was in senior high, and as a young designer-in-training and a born iconoclast I was drawn to the natural-suede two-eyelet crepe-sole side of the street. Over the subsequent ten years or more I tried every low-rent option (Clarke's were out of reach). At one point I even made a steel-wire "clip" substitute for the laces.
I don't know what happened after that; I expect that stocks were limited as fashion moved on (at the relatively glacial pace enjoyed by men's fashion); now I'm shod with Crocs, not much more than imitation-rubber mules. (Comfy, in any event.) I have to make sure my pants are long enough -- unlike those heady days when I was still a growing tad.
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