What kind of music do you play? What race are you? Who did you vote for?read more
Birch trees grew in Russia long before communism, and people lived well off the generosity of the land long before America. The ‘nature-to-flag transformation’ is happening over here, too, served to the beautiful, strong people with good hearts.read more
Lord Facebook! Please like me!read more
We are going to build a neurological association for you, and you are going to be a bastard if you don’t fold yourself and play along. You are going to be a deviant if you don’t offer yourself as a sacrifice to my feeling of ORDER.read more
Extraction is suddenly redefined as the main goal of life and a measurement of success.read more
I was on my way somewhere, and I saw a guy yelling at the girl on the subway platform. Time went by, and he kept yelling. From the conversation, it seemed like she didn’t want to go to back home with him and he didn’t agree. After ten minutes or so of listening to his red-faced screaming and swearing at her, I asked her if she needed help. I felt like if I didn’t ask her and just stood there with a long face like everybody else, I would betray my humanity. My interference made him leave although I am sure the second I was out of sight he was back. He tried to yell at me, too, but didn’t get very far. Not me. No fucking way.read more
Tessa is a strongly opinionated singer and musician living in New York. Her background is in classical piano, linguistics, computers, ethnomusicology, and Tibetan studies. She fronts Tessa Makes Love.
Robots are on her shit list, and this blog is about not taking shit from the machine.