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The New Taste Of Tea

Whilst perusing the local CVS’s beverage selection, I was advised by a friend against the consumption of bottled water. It occurred to me, at that moment, that while I quite agreed with him I would still throw down my dollar fourteen with tax for a BOGO on iced tea. I would have my very own tasty drink experience, and another could be saved for later or given to a tea-less friend – and that for a cost that seems, even in harsh economies, nigh unto pittance.

Now, before you all run out to CVS and buy up all the iced ea, you should know two things. Number one is that CVS’s prices on certain contraceptives are double that of the gas station up the block, a poignant example of how capitalism can literally hold you by the balls. The other is that the tea in this bottle might seem cheap, but a dollar and a pan of water will fetch you a between ten and a hundred bags of tea, depending on the refinement of one’s palette.

This revelation made my purchase of the tea seem like lunacy. What could possibly be so expensive as to warrant such a mark up? I came to two conclusions.

First, the expensive glass bottle which chilled the tea seemed thick enough to raise expenses, but this only served to make things worse. By choosing to buy the tea at a store, not only am I paying through the nose, I’m wasting resources which will then be chucked back into a landfill, possibly in a developing country. Or your backyard. Or something else scary – people seem to believe things when they’re afraid. In any event, the materials for the bottle were a horrible excuse.

(I suppose one could argue this about shipping as well, but this follows the same reasoning while necessarily implying the consumption of fuel and the consequent worsening of air quality.)

The second thought that sprung to mind was that it may be for sugar or some such thing, and for most of us, that may do the trick. Unfortunately, I had been drinking sugarless tea for awhile in he interest of physical health – not only was the stuff costly, but it was overwhelmingly potent. I felt so ripped off, I thought about cutting the tea with water as the bottle drained, to extend its life and decrease its seeming toxicity.

I like the idea of brewing my own tea. It also seems natural that the modern go-getter should keep themselves perpetually armed, a ready bottle ever at their side for the filling should the need of drink assail them! They could even fill it with –


Good, clear, natural water. I’ve been drinking more of this, and the taste does become acquired. Shit, you could even carry a thermos of water and tea bags simultaneously, perhaps even with some mint plucked from a kitchen garden.

There is so much to my simple life that strikes discordantly against the cry of reason. In these thoughts I find wonder, inspiration, maybe even…

potential for change?

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Nihilism and its Discontents

In light of recent postings, it is becoming abundantly clear that I am not the only disenfranchised intellectual to haunt these forums.  And, in truth, many of us have emphasized the worthiness of such a lifestyle, despite the seemingly perpetual frustration, embitterment, and alienation which accompany it.  The question we face, then, does not seem to be shall we pursue the examined life, but rather how shall we preserve its enjoyment in the wake of philosophic despair and resentment?

This is not an easy question to answer.  For a long while, I personally tried to respond by viewing all views, causes, and life in general as “equally worthless,” keeping a wary eye on my fellow humans and one hand always in my knife-pocket should trouble manifest.  Sparing the details, I will suffice to say that this is a not a psychologically edifying existence, and that in the end, I believe it defeats itself by being as life-negating (more life-negating?) as/than the normative doctrines I set out to forsake or disparage.

The truth is, I like looking my fellow human beings in the eye like…well, fellow human beings.  I may harbor intense and justifiable loathing for their music, customs, or political indiscretion, but since when am I perfect?  This, at least, was the mindset with which I had approached the world of late, attempting to mingle in the more plebeian establishments and even walking the streets of Albuquerque unarmed against my fellow man.  But in the end, I found it was David Rees who said it best:

“If “elitist” just means “not the dumbest motherfucker in the room,” then fine, I’ll be an elitist!”

As for my part, I have tentatively adopted the following maxim: that each day upon rising, I will ask myself what will make me happy for the next twenty-four hours, until I can once more crawl into the slumber of animal phenomenology, that blessed dreamspace wherein the id might  dance uncognizant of any music.  In addition, I am attempting to stay the violent impulse of the nihilist,  without compromising the philosophic integrity that spawned him.   This seems to entail the gentle guidance of the herd, as opposed to simply “bleeding the beast,” as the Mormons say.

This position has its faults.  The masses may indict me on grounds of arrogance, and the Nietzscheans may scorn my perceived weakness.  Nonetheless, I offer this in the way of apologia: that there is too little beauty in this life to waste a precious drop on the thoughts of camels.  Thinking critically, we must realize, puts us ahead of the dominant normative schema by its very nature; does it then make sense to bemoan our distance from the more insipid thoughts of yesteryear?  Zarathustra said that he would come as “a hailstorm to all cornfields” – let us not tremble in the wake of frost, but marvel at the sight of icicles.  For the day will come when our seed, too, will be planted and devoured…

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