I cleaned out my closet some what today. I took some things to Buffalo Exchange and then donated the rest. It was a hard thing. I got rid of some sweatshirts and several shirts, but most important I got rid of six pairs of tennis. I was holding on to a lot of those for sentimental reasons. Which seems kind of silly. I have to confess that the motivating factor was that I bought two new pairs on Saturday. When I put a pair in the donation bin, Yann was all like "weren't you just wearing those yesterday?" Yes, I was. Also, Yann has about an 1/8 of closet space , that's one tiny corner of three closets.
What I'm wearing: Shirt: American Apparel Pants: Dickies (I've had them for over twelve years also, that's about how long it actually takes to break in a pair. Not these new kind of fashion dickies that won't last through one day of yard work). Shoes: My new Nike kicks! (This is my first pair of Nike shoes, I never ventured into Nike territory before because of the sweat shop thing. However, my friend Kristin, who lived in Hong Kong and Shanghai for a while, had informed me a while ago that they were now a model for other business to clean up their act. So in my head I'm rewarding them for the change).
Mjöllnirista meets Chilanga pride by way of Milwaukee with reconciliation in Nuevo México. Nezhuan es una palabra náhuatl que significa mis sangres. As a consequence of colonialism.
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