(As well as other homework, which, I'm somewhat sorry to say, is on the back burner. It's possible I'll stay up tonight, and go to bed normally tomorrow, but this stuff never happens like that.)
What currently has my mind churning is a blog entry from a fellow who just added me to his Flickr contacts. He goes by the handle "Headphonaught"--which is brilliant in itself--and his "nanolog" (on which most posts are about the same length or longer than on mine).
The post, about consumerism and how it fits into his ethics, is pretty brilliant, but a little more in-depth than I have time for today. So expect a lengthy post in a few days. I'll just say for now that I'm terribly fond of the idea that "The world doesn't need more products. It needs better products."
Scott and I have had a few conversations about this. He teases me constantly that even though I'm living off of student loans and don't have a "real" job, I have nicer stuff than he and his wife have. The thing is, if he'd look, the nice stuff I have is usually the same nice stuff I've had for a long time. I buy nice stuff because it works for me and it usually lasts longer than cheap stuff. My seven-year-old iMac is still perfectly functional (even if it doesn't like playing video), it's just that I prefer using my two-and-a-half year old iBook. My 40 gig 4G iPod still functions perfectly well--though I have to tweak settings in iTunes to get as much as possible on it, and carry around my ex's iPod Mini (given back in a fit of anger, though she kept her Found books).
Also, Kerry just called to tell me that she just found McLemore Avenue by Booker T. and the MG's on vinyl. Which pretty much means I have the most awesome girlfriend ever.
