wal-mart

I shop at wal-mart. There. I. Said. It. I have no shame.

And the reason: PURE convience. It has the product that I would like to have, is open 24 hours (for night shifters, this is a BIG reason), and I can do multiple things: grocery shop, pick up personal products, cat food, ect.

Its close to my house, and is an easy drive on the way home from work.

Over the weekend, news of a college writters research came to light. America's facination of the chain store with 300,000 plus stores has finaly sparked another fuse. The college student spent 41 hours in the store, without much sleep, before he decided it was time to put a failure on the project... or so he thought.

Then the news media flew in, then the late shows, then the late late late late shows.

maybe not a failure.

What's america
's facination with wal-mart? Is it because its taken over the market as far as chain stores, is it because of business practices, is it because one can be found on every corner?

Hardly.

Don't blame wal-mart. In a nation which PRIDES itself on quick, simple, convience, and "on the go" wal-mart is just buying into america's need for anything that is not whole foods. I'm talking about bottled water bottles, the small mountain dew cans, the pre-packaged snack cakes, ect. ect. ect.

Wal-mart brings JOBS into towns. It is suplying those people with JOBS who may not be qualified or able to get a white color job.
Wal-mart is a great place to sleep in your car, when you drive on the intersate for hours on end, and need to take a nap, before continuing on the journy. not to mention those with RV's who have camped in the parking lot.
If you are traveling and in need of supplies: there is a wal-mart in every town. YES, it is the new symbol of civilization, move over Mc Donalds, if you have a wal-mart you are on the map.

The other night the small group was ripping on wal-mart. I never shop there, they are the bad, only white trash people shop there. blah blah blah.

Didn't segregation with the use of the white peope and colored people signs end in the late 60's?

Why are we saying only white trash people go to wal-mart. What is so bad?

Its time to think GLOBALLY and ACT LOCALLY. Support your whole food store, shop at second hand stores. Don't drape yourself in the latest trends from Abercrombie, or that watch for 500.00.

Stope the greed. Stop the convience.

Start recycling. Start saving. Start getting real.

remains of the day

The sun continues to rise every day, even though our eyes may not be able to see it.

Each night the moon continues to rise, like it did yesterday, the day before that, since King Tut took the throne.

What remains, is the day. The remains of the day.

I feel in love with the city. Went for a walk on a sunny day, grabed a cup of coffee and watched the workers in suits take control of cube city. The homeless waking up, or sleeping, the pile of scientology fliers building up in the muni sation, steps from where they were dealt out.

Remains of the day.

Spent the day with tattoedartgirl, which proved to be more of a therpy session, double sided. It was a dealing of the true colors, where we have been, experiences we both have had, regrets, and artistic endevors. Definately the way to spend the day.. in the conversation with a good friend, strangers at first, a person who opened up her home, hospitality, and life, to view what the west coast living is all about... and her knowledge of the city was invaluable in my travels. a local point of view is far more interesting and enriching than any guide book-rick steaves has no idea.

Asthe night wore on, time was fading. Picked up the luggage after heartfelt good journeys, specialy to the crowd at the hostel, specially to Barbe, and got the car out of hock.

Drove the the ocean, for a look, and to the airport of discontent.

Apparently the FFA doesn't care about lighters, or bag checks anymore. For none have been done on this traveler in years. However they are sure checking out flamming homosexuals from blowing up planes. apparently one can not "prance" through the metal detector. "THERE IS NO PRANCING HERE" the gaurd told me... therefore I had to walk through again.

Airports are vast areas of people watching. Those on lap-tops those on cell phones. Honestly, I don't care what is gong on in your life if you are in that need to talk about the airport, smoking, your mothers surgery, or recent vacation plans with your wifes sisters daughter, please do it where I can't here you. Frankly, I don't care. There is better things to do than YAK on a phone in a public place. Expecially to the closet case heading to south africa... yes brother I am talking to you, get off the phone with the girlfriend, grow some pubic hair and get down on your banna rublician knees and suck dick honney. OOPS did I say that?

I did get early at the airport. Time to sleep, time to eat, time to get on a plane with others heading for MSP.

Although I slept, it wasn't until the shuttle ride, that it took over. MSP was cold. I had prepared for that. On the shuttle, 4 minutes out of the airport, it went black. I had to be awoken up at the next stop at the journey. The house was cold, and the day continued. Before the great crash at 1:00 p.m.

It was, indeed a magnificant experience... what was left, of the remains of the day.

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