Yellow

Well. Little epiphany of the moment= significance of the infamous yellow wristbands.
They're popping up everywhere, no? Until this point, I had no clue why. It really hit hard when this random guy at work had one on.. then this kid in my history class. I knew something was engraved (what do they call letters recessed into synthetic polymer?) into them, some word, with some meaning... I kept leaning over and squinting at this girl in French class to try to decipher its mystery. Hope she doesn't take it the wrong way. I really felt sheltered when I looked it up on Google. It's the Lance Armstrong's LiveStrong cancer deal. The site I found it on was one Outdoor Magazine, something to that nature. (haha... nature. «lameness...carryover from dearest Arlene?») Not much of interest, except in the top banner-bar it said subscription included a free gift of Knife. That made me laugh for a good two minutes. Knives are pretty useful, yes indeed- one can never have too many knives.
Anyway, I guess it's great that helping cancer patients has become a fad, but it's still quite odd. For instance, one of the other sites my rummaging unearthed was a bicycle-enthusiast forum wondering "when they will be uncool". Themes of modern America: "Philanthropy" as a fashion statement. *Hey, look at me! My bright yellow bracelet advertises what a great person I am. Now every place I go, it will be obvious that I gave some money to fight cancer. Ooh, I want to buy one! They're hip! Round, not square!* -leads to- * Eww! Helping cancer people? That's soooo last July!* Cancer kills. Let's not take this too lightly, now.
"For a good cause" is a bromide. People eat it up like frosted breakfast cereal, which more or less claims to be enriched and healthy, part of your complete breakfast. Perhaps my breakfast will never be complete, but shouldn't everything be "for a good cause?" Maybe if the government funded cancer research more... or something. I'm not an expert in the field.
Ultimately, I've decided that they are okay. If stupid people see them, discover what they represent, and find it a good reason to try to help others, gaining a "trendy accessory" in the process, it can't be all wrong. At least it's not just a merchandise brand, like the majority of other logos emblazoned on the population. This sure is a lot to say about silly plastic wristbands... I guess they have fulfilled their purpose.

All the trimmings.

Are the mood and music things supposed to help plop strangers into our personal moccasins for a while? Oh yes, an ambiance of me is portrayed by the ridiculous sky-blue kitty bouncing up and down above what I have typed. Cartoons are so great. Exaggerated gestures show emotion. I am embarrassed, therefore I blush and shift my feet around (fade to CL clip- God, I am a nerd). My life will never be as exciting as that hovering decapitated feline. And must existence be accompanied by music? I mean.. I own like no CDs. They cost money. I haven't even been able to decide what I like, or hear enough to choose. The radio plays a lot of crap and MTV and VH1 are too into themselves to actually play music. Maybe I'll just put the occasional song antagonisingly ricocheting off the interior walls of my skull. That is, unless the music bit is just so you can make fun of the bands I like. What is with all of the obsession over bands.. (heh heh so far I'm partial to radiohead.) And I can pretend to identify with my dramatic little emissiary. Regardless, happy-sad is so fleeting. Different shades, meaningful only in context. Hasten not to forget that I could be deluding myself. I already suspect all of those «hyper-chouette!!1» happy people of the same... I feel great, whee, my brain is bathed in pheramones, everything I say is so light and fluffy and crispy. Later, it only seems flaky and full of air bubbles... The power of sarcasm is that sometimes anger isn't serious... sometimes I neglect to pick up on that. Happy and sad are overdone. Like be and very and nice and good. We demand empathy! When do we want it? NOW!! Those impatient rodents. So I choose to imagine music/mood as reference points. Little markers that apologize: ignore this post, I'm high on sugar. I'm tired, so I can not spell. I am basking in the stench of my overwhelming self-pity; make snarky comments behind my back. That sort of thing. They're interesting, I guess. I just like to ramble. Usually mostly inside my head, but presently I'm dumping my waste here.

Landfills...

These landfill people came in when I took LMS this summer... that class affected my mind more than probably any other student. I think it was due to the different school, apparently full of idiots, preps, and skateboarders, all the scare-'em-straight guest speakers that made me cry, (oh, and that MADD woman and her poetry) and the videos and worksheets that told me all the ways I could suffer or die. I think of enough on my own. Back to the dump. It's a lot more organised than I'd previously thought. I pictured a big hole surrounded by a fence that a big tractor piles stuff into. However, it's a whole system of Waste Management beyond your wildest dreams. All these birds fly over it to eat stuff and drop presents to christen what we discard. They have an eternal blue flame on some to burn off the methane. Someday this gas might be useful for alternative energy, but for the time being, they don't have a practical use for it. So they burn it. Yeah! I want to be cremated, I think. haha. Up in flames... Yes the dump. Although not reputed for its smell, it's a staple of civilisation often overlooked. Most people stop at curbside, forgetting the destination of the detritus. The county is also planning to build a park on the site of the former dump. We made posters about pollution that day, and this girl in my group, Katie, added a picture of a sign that read "City Dump Park" and a parent saying "This looks like a good place for kids to play." Our poster also had some other fun mutations and stuff... I've been driven past that dump. It was near the Amish part of town I think. Plus, my room is full of piles of items and I don't like to part with much of them. And since I'll mostly be spouting crap... This reminds me of the sewer, and Ninja Turtles ( the kind not shaped like gymnosperms.) I saw this episode in which the Turtles talked to like, the mage of the Dump. This old philosopher guy who lived among heaps of rubbage.(Love sentence fragments!) He taught the young, uncaring children (even one of the Turtles didn't care)about the Big Bang Theory... he put it something like "Some think that we are all recycled"... he had a great dark beanie and big coat and gloves with the fingers only extending to the second knuckle.. the Turtles supplied him and his hobo friends with blankets and clothes to brave the cold night. Basically, this is called a landfill because none of this is exactly worthwhile. What the @ was I doing watching TMNT anyway?