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Market-Based Solutions to Global Warming

This is disturbing. The frog should not bother him this much.  But let me tell you what does bother me.  So Wal Mart is supposed to be the leading industry in greeeeen. Improved fleets, improved packaging, the works. And I went into a WalMart today and it’s disturbing.  So, ok, all the light was from sunlight—almost little no no artificial lighting, but shit.  If WalMart is green then I don’t know what the fuck is going on because it’s still, no matter what, just so much damn crap. Just isles and isles of it, endless junk. And the store is full of people who definatey don’t notice that there’s no artificial lighting so I don’t know how environmentalists are kidding themselves that WalMart is educating the masses on carbon efficiency.  Please.  Market-based solutions to global warming are a joke but everyone wants to phrase it as mature and realistic because they’re just too afraid of systematic change.  I may be, too.  Maybe that’s why this guy is blowing his brains out.

Biography Part I

Hello. I am Laura Mattison.  This is my blog.  I forgot about it for a while, but now I am re-committing myself to it.  I live in Providence, Rhode Island at the moment.  It’s coo.  Very art-decco, retro, Superman-in-Metropolis type city.  It has that feeling of a movie setting where the gargoles mught come alive.  They’ve done a nice job at taking their old depratment store and industrial type buildings and turning them towards artistic and funky purposes.  Must be the RISD students, finding the beauty in the forgotten.  Brown students are pretty funky, too.  How did they get so independent and smart at such a young age?  Kati says it’s because it’s an Ivy League school so a lot of them probably went to funky little private high schools.  They dress in scarves.  Not cold weather scarves, but the kind of scarves your first grade teacher wore that you always thought looked nice, but was only for adults to do such things.  Very sophisticated.  Anyway, I moved here from Boston.  Well, I lived in Sommerville, but I worked in Boston at the Trattoria di Monica.  Very good resteraunt.  67 Prince St.  Fabulous.  Somerville is just right over the Charelston Bridge.  In fact, I was only 3 blocks away from Charelston, so sometimes, I would just tell people I lived there so that they didn’t get the impression I was all far way in some corner of Sommerville.  Maybe I will come back to Boston after I get an MA in envronmental studies at Brown.  Depends on jobs, I guess, but that would be awsome.  I could experiment with the West coast for a while, too.  Just to try it out.  But I’ll be a New Engkander at heart always.  Surley and Impatient.  Obstinent and distracted.  Right on.  Untill next time.

A true trivia question

I do a lot of people watching—specifically at the people that frequent the sub shop known as Dinos.  Here is a mystery I never could solve: a taxi driver always stops his car and parks in the illegal spot out front.  Every time he leave his car, a whole cloud of white dust is emitted from the car.  It appears to come from his own body.  What is it??  And also, did you know that cops can be corrupt and wrong??!!  I saw one start his siren at a guy who parked in that illegal spot in front of Dinos just so he could pull into it and go to Dinos!  And I also saw one coming down the street with his lights all on so people would get out of his way and then he just stopped at Dinos.  Who knew?  My image of a hero is tainted for good now.

this quote was at the bottom of a piece of spam mail that for no particular reason, I read.  why??? what does it mean??