tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69256983846397797192011-04-21T20:02:06.864-05:00Skimming across global processing...Thasetenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10538738823258932040noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925698384639779719.post-56070485860141135352008-11-26T11:04:00.000-06:002008-11-26T12:44:37.596-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SS2BrTnwdOI/AAAAAAAAACE/_RYacTX1QsM/s1600-h/aboutTiesMain.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SS2BrTnwdOI/AAAAAAAAACE/_RYacTX1QsM/s320/aboutTiesMain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273013319722104034" /></a><br /> <br /> Neckties are in and of themselves a form of oppressive corporate hierarchy. They are a vestigial remnant of the capitalist caste structure that used to rule this land with an iron fist, and wants to continue to do so. The necktie with the best logo or the most distinct shade of powder blue leads to boiling envy among coworkers of the same and lower ranks and high regard from the almighty superiors as they gaze lovingly at your Windsor knot.<br /> At the same time, the modern go-getter can easily find the loophole to shatter this entire set-up. A couple of hours devoted to searching through the nearest thrift stores will leave one with a plethora of unique and classy ties to impress all those above without breaking more than a Jackson. <br /> This provides both an opportunity to express one's individuality while simultaneously declaring a subversive "fuck you" to the mindless consumer culture that dictates our daily routine.<br />Also, ties with anything related to any major monotheisitc holiday are the epitome of kitsch and lack of imagination.<br /><br />Well, either way, I have to go return some videotapes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925698384639779719-5607048586014113535?l=thaseten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Thasetenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10538738823258932040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925698384639779719.post-59877587896056490262008-11-14T11:49:00.001-06:002008-11-14T12:20:05.868-06:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1S-fmKqwa98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1S-fmKqwa98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The whales, then the humans.... Could bunnies be next?<br /><br />And the tortoises could be of help since <a href="http://tinyurl.com/67g2c8" target="_blank"> lonesome George found his libido at 90</a> but it seems unlikely...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925698384639779719-5987758789605649026?l=thaseten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Thasetenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10538738823258932040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925698384639779719.post-46467211339735166192008-10-21T21:20:00.001-05:002008-10-21T22:06:53.192-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SP6Ysir5K_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/l2rmjXEjwbc/s1600-h/Love+your+fate+%28black%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SP6Ysir5K_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/l2rmjXEjwbc/s320/Love+your+fate+%28black%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259809305807891442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SP6YjJv80gI/AAAAAAAAABs/o_61quP-Flc/s1600-h/Love+your+fate+%28red%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SP6YjJv80gI/AAAAAAAAABs/o_61quP-Flc/s320/Love+your+fate+%28red%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259809144495198722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One of these two will be decorating my right forearm as of Friday courtesy of my neighbor Roger!<br /><br />Let me know the color you prefer!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925698384639779719-4646721133973516619?l=thaseten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Thasetenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10538738823258932040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925698384639779719.post-70449914108648856562008-08-21T08:30:00.001-05:002008-08-21T08:32:51.044-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SK1uZnq2HQI/AAAAAAAAABc/J12-FaQdMpc/s1600-h/rickshaw.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HtoPxlspWrg/SK1uZnq2HQI/AAAAAAAAABc/J12-FaQdMpc/s400/rickshaw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236963328126229762" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925698384639779719-7044991410864885656?l=thaseten.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Thasetenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10538738823258932040noreply@blogger.com0