Posts tagged ‘tree’

Chestnuts

Come fall I used to search for chestnuts all afternoon after school. 

I, as well as my peers, was nuts for chestnuts. Pretty useless crap, those chestnuts. Can’t eat them. They “spoil” soon after collecting them (as in they shrivel up). You could craft shit with them. Which I never did. 

I just liked them. Their shine when fresh. The texture of the hard exterior. The overall look was magnificent. As a kid I likened the bright spot to a navel. They were cute, magnificent, beautiful things. That I just had to collect. 

Just to throw them out soon after, when they were ugly. And molding. But always with sadness in my heart. 

I was waiting at the bus stop the other day. (After a shrink appointment) And there were a few chestnut trees. Since my son is in that magical age of four, I decided to see if I could find some for him, despite there being numerous kindergartens and primary schools in the area. 

I found numerous. 

Kids these days don’t seem to collect them. There’s a proverb floating around the internet. “Every time a kid stares at a smartphone, an adventure dies in a tree somewhere.” 

Have a nice autumn, and go collect these little useless fuckers with your kids.

A.

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Irregular Update 12th November 2015

It’s mid november, and the temperatures are unusually warm here.

Like spring.
Late spring.

But that is not the reason for this post. It’s an update on stuff! With out further talk, here we go!

β€’ Writing. I’m happy to inform you that my new project, which is essentially last year’s NaNoWriMo project, is looking good. It’s progressing, and taking shape. As with Rings of Fate (which will start to go online in January 2016), I have decided to write it in concise episode format (splitting each episode up into 3-4 parts when posting it), so three episodes are already finished.

Can’t wait for it to go online once it’s finished (we’re talking about late 2016, or even much later with this, so don’t hold your breath)

β€’Advent Calendar. Oh bjoy! Almost there – both timewise and creating it, just missing three entries, and those will be up there soon enough too, and you will be able to regurgitateenjoy!

β€’Moar X-Mess crap. Starbucks made the red cups. And people are losing their shit over it. Why on earth is this a thing? Are you retarded? You’re behaving like six year olds who want reindeer, snowflakes, trees and santa on it, instead of a civilised, stylish plain red wrap showing the matching green Starbucks logo. Get your shit together, it’s not war against christmas, it’s war against senseless kitsch. Take your reindeer, trees, santas, angles, snowflakes, snowmen and stars and shove it!
Grow up you imbeciles!

 

That was it for the time being, I hope you have a great Movember, a successful NaNoWriMo and generally a good time, as always,
Take care,
A.

Crappy Birthday in August

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If you are an adult, or old enough to conduct business, and you find yourself willing to spend almost 300 bucks on a piece of log – don’t. Find yourself some friends who will beat you with rolls of fifties, in case you’re ever tempted again.

Seriously.
A piece of a log! The audacity of these people!
Other than cutting it into pieces, stripping it of its bark and putting some finish on it – there was no work involved. It didn’t go through the hands of a skilled craftsman, a master of his class, who laboured away for countless days and weeks, until a masterpiece was created, warranting the price.
No.
The acacia grew all by itself, just to end up as a stool, that isn’t even outdoor useable.

Think about this again with me:
299.99 euro for a more or less untreated piece of lumber, the most natural resource you can get. And you can’t put it into outdoor use! A piece of a friggin tree!
How much more outdoor can you get? But the finished product – nope!

Twenty years ago, 1995, if someone would’ve had the audacity of trying to sell pieces of lumber like that, for prieces like this – we would’ve beaten him to death with the piece of lumber…

Anyway. This is my birthmonth, this is my gift.
Crappy Birthday, people! πŸ˜‰

Weekend at Grandpa’s

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Spending the afternoon at my father-in-law’s. While my son is running around keeping his grandpa busy, I take a few pictures.

Have a nice Sunday.
A.

02. Dec 2014

20131221_115731White men come to our land.
They slaughter the buffalo.
They fell the trees.
They sore the eyes…

Watch it die…

…dying of thirst or hunger is one of the most horrible deaths imaginable.

The slow and agonizing deprivation of your organisms most basic needs are tearing on you and cause you to lose control over yous body, as one by one parts of it shut down, signalling your impending death.

Yet, every so often we put up a dying body in our homes, half a corpse already with no hope of ever returning to life. We watch it die, every day a little. Often we take steps to prolong the suffering of the organism in question. Admitted, no one know whether flowers and trees feel pain, they have no means of communicating this to us, but still we take a bunch of things into our homes and watch them die!

And we pay money for it!
For something that will be dead in a short time!

Imagine the same thing with small, cute animals, like hamsters for example. “Hey, I got this beautiful little critter at the trainstation, isn’t he cute? Now let’s put this cage on that table there.” BAM three days later, dead.

Rationally, you’d want your money back. If it was a vase, a decorative item (f.e. a picture and the colors fade away so that after a week it’s either black or white, but no actual picture anymore) or something else that isn’t for concsumption and thus spoiling if let rest for a while. You buy it, set it up at home and a few days later or a week later – expired. Gone. Dead.
“Give me back my money!”

Not with flowers.
Or christmas trees.
Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want a fake tree ever, only the real deal. But looking at it from a different point of view – you bring home a dying organism, prop it up in your living room, and further humiliate it by decorating it, while it slowly dies away under your very eyes.
Still, wouldn’t want anything BUT a real tree, with REAL candles – get that electric sh*t on some plastic garbage out of my face!

So, I leave you with a question, answerable below (or not at all), what is it with plastic sacks filled with people’s breath? Do we care for the person breathing into the plasticsack so much we want to conserve their breath? Or why do we love Baloons so much ;Þ (Yes, it’s a joke question, deal with it!)

A.