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Crowdsourced creativity, advertising- and algorithm-free. In this installment: Charlie Brown's Dilemma by Sam Alcoff Merry Antoinettes by Ay Apple Nikki Click-click by Cindy Wonderful Dancing Rubik's Cube by Oedipa Maas Earthling by Sarah Van Gelder Further Adventures Getting Coffee by Ace Backwards Instantaneous Cure! by Jodi Kingsley Click 'Read More' to scroll ad-free. Charlie Brown's DilemaReposted by Sam Alcoff. Originally posted by and Return of the Pleb, curating work done by David Rothkopf. Sam is a television producer working in NYC on Democracy Now! The Merry Antoinette'sThe Merry Antoinettes are a Mardi Gras Krewe in New Orleans, celebrating the "glamour, revelry and cheekiness of Marie Antoinette" and her court. "As a creative collaborative of scandalous party queens, we embrace the extravagance of the French 18th century. Mardi Gras is our primary playground doused in Champagne, but beware we love to throw cake! Save Water, Drink Champagne! Bisous. Ay Apple (her FB handle) is a member. Photo by Jennifer Anne Portraits. Ay Apple is a former teacher at some school in New Orleans' Central Business District. Nicky Click-clickAnd about an hour north depending on traffic, here is Cindy Wonderful's take on Nicky Click's recent release "Whatever You Want." Among other really cool projects, Wonderful produces a weekly locals-only music series featuring Baton Rouge artists on Thursday's 7 - 7:30pm Central. Dancing Rubik's CubeFB thread courtesy of Oedipa Maas. "It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on." --Marilyn Monroe Oedipa Maas is a writer and activist living in New York City. EarthlingYou are comprised of 84 minerals, 23 Elements, and 8 gallons of water spread across 38 trillion cells. You have been built up from nothing by the spare parts of the Earth you have consumed, according to a set of instructions hidden in a double helix and small enough to be carried by a sperm. You are recycled butterflies, plants, rocks, streams, firewood, wolf fur, and shark teeth, broken down to their smallest parts and rebuilt into our planet’s most complex living thing. You are not living on Earth. You are Earth. by A. Marcus Reposted by Sarah Van Gelder, original post by Ce Marcondes. Sarah is a co-founder of Yes! Magazine and founder of PeoplesHub. She's currently Communications Manager at Suquamish Tribe. Further Adventures Getting CoffeeBy Ace Backwards Wake up, it's 6 in the morning. It's still dark. I'm totally stressed out about my upcoming eye exam. So I want to get up early and get ready for that. Put on a clean shirt, underwear and socks -- normally I'm not too preoccupied with that stuff as some reclusive homeless bum living in the woods who goes nowhere and does nothing if he can help it. But today I'm going to be in close proximity with the medical people examining my eyeballs and hovering inches away from my face, so the last thing I want to do is offend. Dump out some food for the cats (Mini Scaredy is mildly irked - she expects me to lay around with her on my blankets all morning petting her so she's pissed that I'm leaving so early - she's spoiled rotten I swear to God, ha ha). I trudged down the trail to the campus to find a secluded restroom where I can wash up and brush my teeth so as to simulate a normal human being. I still got an hour to kill so I go to this coffee shop on College and Bancroft to get coffee and a brownie (I've been jonesing for one of those things all week). The place is crowded, as usual, and when the guy in front of me is done ordering he just stands there in front of the cashier, instead of stepping aside and waiting for his order to arrive. So I have to say, "Excuse me, are you done?" "Oh sorry," he says and steps aside so I can order. But I feel a little rude -- wondering if maybe I should have just waited for him to be done. Who knows?? So the cashier fetches my coffee but no brownie. "Where's the brownie?" I said. She says, "Mmmf muh mumms mmff" As usual I can't hear a word they're saying with the goddamn masks muffling their voices and the plastic partition in front of them. The muffling thing never ceases to amaze me. I'll often repeat 3 or 4 times: "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" But they almost never speak louder or clearer. They just keep repeating in the exact same tone what I couldn't understand the previous four times. She points to a counter of food off to the side. I fight my way through the crowd of people milling in front of the counter, but I can't find the brownies. There are cups of fruit and other pastries but no brownies. I say to the cashier again "Where??" (this time with more of an edge in my voice). She points again and makes more muffled sounds. I look again, pick up something that might be a brownie but it's a brown square of nutbread (fooled me!). "WHERE??" I said again. I'm sure my face is seething with anger by this point (what can I say I never could pull off the poker face thing). She points and muffles yet again. I feel bad because I'm sure I hit her with a blast of my anger, and that's not fair to do with cashiers and clerks who are forced to maintain a smiling, "pleasant" facade for the customers (who needless to say are "always right," the fucking assholes). FINALLY I find the brownies buried in the shadows of the bottom far corner. SUCCESS!! So now I go to the condiments table to get cream and sugar for my coffee, fighting my way through the throngs of people milling about and darting towards me every time I make a move (just as I'm darting towards them). And it's the craziest set-up. They got the packets of cream in one part of the room, they have the sugar in another part of the room, and they have the lids for the cups in another part of the room. It's the craziest thing. So I'm going back and forth trying to fix my coffee (I never could find the stirrers, God only knows where they are, I had to use a plastic fork to stir my goddamn coffee). It's like NOTHING works right these days. So now I'm sitting here drinking my coffee and waiting for my eye exam. The good news is, the brownie was delicious. But the bad news is, I figure I better enjoy them brownies now while I still can because at the rate I'm going it won't be long before I get an ulcer from all the stress I'm under and the only thing my stomach will be able to handle in the morning is a little saltine cracker and some water. Sheesh! Ace Backwards is a homeless writer and artist who lives in Berkeley, California. Ace is an accomplished cartoonist, widely known for Twisted Image, a comic strip that Charles Bukowski once said had "crazy energy." You can find more of his writing HERE. Instantaneous Cure!Apparently our friend Jodi was unsuccessful securing fast relief after presenting the advertisement to area retailers. In addition to her mercurial social media contributions, Jodi is a big deal actor on stage and screen based in Chicago. Screen TimeNon-scientific screen time estimates for RECYCLED BUTTERFLIES: Just the headlines - Less than a minute One or two stories - Under two minutes I read/watched everything - About eleven minutes. Data displayed by your personal surveillance device may vary. Please send feedback, suggestions for improvements, and social media hacks to [email protected].
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