on Moab (and another free spirit who lives there):
A bisexual dope-smoking Jack Mormon who speaks fluent German and whose passions included spelunking, choir, motorcycles, nude hiking, feminist literature, and classical piano might be hard-pressed to assimilate into even the most tolerant of communities: in a hick Utah mining town he was a clear outlier. But in Moab, nobody blinked an eye; they never did. Indeed, when I told locals that I was writing a book about a guy in a cave, they asked, "Which one?"from a "Why Freegan?" pamphlet by a punk named koala:
There are two options for existence: 1) waste your life working to get money to buy things that you don't need and help destroy the environment or 2) live a full satisfying life, occasionally scavenging or working your self-sufficiency skills to get the food and stuff you need to be content, while treading lightly on the earth, eliminating waste, and boycotting everything.Obviously I'm sympathetic to a lot of this. That said, I am going to go to my office now. At least my job is teaching and research, and tonight I'll be taking public transit to go consume an experience (Of Montreal at the Trocadero, with Foxygen and French Horn Rebellion), and not purchasing more stuff I don't need.
|As a friend said: "Yep."|