Mechanical Minds

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Fri Dec 4
This album is afuckingmazing.

This album is afuckingmazing.

hipsters?

veganterrorist:annierachel:jessiebarber:

It is beyond me why Tumblrs seem to be so anti-“hipster.” What does that even mean? I ride a bike (cheap, efficient, fun) and I drink cheap beer (PBR), mostly because I work as a freelance photographer and don’t make a terribly large amount of cash. By your standards, I think this makes me one of these, but I still don’t understand the negative connotation that goes with it.People should probably start concerning themselves with their own lives rather than bashing on the harmless actions of others.

AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN

Why people hate hipsters, condensed version:

Hipsters are all aesthetics and no ideal. I ride a bike. Why? Cause I’m not an asshole. I care about my money not supporting war oil. I care about emissions. I care about my body…

Hipsters on the other hand truck their store bought, 3rd world manufactured bikes to the park on the back of their cars.

I’m not saying that everything I do is done out of protest to the system that we live in; or that I’m constantly aware of where one hundred percent of my stuff comes from. I can say that over the last couple years of my life I’ve been focused on my actions and beliefs and how they effect the world around me. Hipsters on the other hand: are fucking oblivious. I know a lot of people like this in the punk rock world as well. Not hipsters, but kids that go to shows and listen to music and just don’t give a shit, and it’s fucking sad and pathetic. It’s like seeing a professional skateboarder doing a commercial for Mt. Dew, it’s a constant reminder that our revolution doesn’t have to be killed as long as it can be bought and sold. It’s a reminder that everything in American society is a commodity, even the things that help us extend our souls, and cry our eyes out.  It’s one thing to see bands you love sell out, or see friends drop out of punk and stop caring. It’s completely different to see everything edgy, cool, or fun be stripped completely of it’s morals, it’s message, and it’s connection to your community. They are manufacturing an image that can be conveniently purchased at 1 of 3 capitalist, sexist, human and animal exploiting locations near you.

Every time I see something I own  replicated and sold at Urban Outfitters, I want to fucking scream. Not because I feel some sort of elitism for being the first, but because It’s like a small piece of my soul has just been ripped out, cloned, and fucking put on display for a bunch of pseudointellectuals and suburbanites to fawn over until their next paycheck. I lose the connection to whatever it was, whether it was my copy of style-wars, or my Star Wars Wookie Cookie cook book. I miss going to thrift stores with my friends in high school to buy stupid looking clothes and flannels. I miss seeing someone on a bike and being able to sit and talk to them about how fucking rad riding the bike around my city was, instead of someone asking “How much was your seat post? Where did you get those cranks?”

I want the danger of punk rock back, and I want the message and the movement back. A bike without a scraped knee is like a book without a reader, it’s just clutter in the garage waiting to be sold at a yard sale along side the other souvenirs and remnants of long lost fads.

Hipsters are not punk rock, not now, now ever.

fucking amen to that.

This game is sick… highly recommend it.

This game is sick… highly recommend it.

Smile Friday: The I have no plans. No homework, so this is my lazy Friday, complete with kittens, movies, and sleep. Edition.

Smile Friday: The I have no plans. No homework, so this is my lazy Friday, complete with kittens, movies, and sleep. Edition.

Thu Dec 3
helloimjamie:

r.i.p white bird.

He will be forever missed. :)

helloimjamie:

r.i.p white bird.

He will be forever missed. :)

Oh hey. This is me in the mornings, without makeup. jeeze I’m pale. oh well. :)

Oh hey. This is me in the mornings, without makeup. jeeze I’m pale. oh well. :)

It’s been one of those days..

It’s been one of those days..

Who’s with me?

Who’s with me?