Where Are You Putting Your Tiger?

So this week is based on the genius behind: The Finer Things Blog. This is one of a few blogs which I avidly follow and I encourage all of you to actually take the time to read his thoughts. He's intelligent and forward, in your face and uncompromising, biased and white. He uses a pseudonym. His name is not Keel Swearingjones, it's America. 

So recently, Keel was a guest columnist for his school's paper. First let me say that Keel is extremely opinionated; that's a good thing. He seized this opportunity to attempt to set the paper, his school and the overall attitude of "college party life" straight. You can read the article here: Sexual Devolution. It's durn good and I wish that all could read it. I'm expecting more and more from him.

Keel is also a part-time-hobby photographer. Here are some of my personal favorites. 

Some musik for my man.

Pyramid Song - Radiohead - Amnesiac - Alternative

Build your library with this one (Download it here)

The first song I ever heard by Radiohead and a masterpiece - Radiohead is possibly one of three mutual bands Keel and I share. I chose this one because it's meaningful to me and because we both like the band.

My Body Is A Cage - Arcade Fire - Neon Bible - Rock

Cage yourself (Download it here)

I have neither the tenacity nor the talent to dissect this song. BUT! I know someone who does: Keel greatly loves this song, so much so that he wrote a masterful filosofeecal post about it on TFTB: "Set My Spirit Free"

Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division - Substance - Pop/Electronic

Tear it apart (Download it here)

One of the most influential songs of all time: I'm very glad Keel likes these guys. Without them, none of you indie kids would exist. 

Nobody Thinks About The Little Guy

I've been thinking alot about status and being prejudice. I myself am not racist but we all know how many people are. The social status of your wealth, job, and appearance affects your wealth, job, and appearance.

The big dogs never think of the pooper scoopers. How often do you think Donald Trump thinks of the people that clean his office or vaccum his house? How often do you think he thanks them? The idea of Donald Trump doing a working job humors me if not gets me through the day. But the fact of the matter is that without someone to do the scrub work in Donald's office, he couldn't work at all. If hospitals were not kept up with by janitors then the cleanliness factor would fall.

How can we not think about all the intertwining aspects of everything? Even now I am tihnking of the man who put together the keyboard I am typing on. What is he like? Does he have a family? Is he a she?

How can never being appreciated not discourage one to the aspect of quitting?

I guess what I am trying to say is appreciate those who don't get appreciated. Thank your janitors, high five your secretaries, tip your waitresses.