Ice cream filled Oreos (Taken with instagram)

Ice cream filled Oreos (Taken with instagram)

Hast mal wieder was vergessen, tu so, als wär es angemessen.
‎Du und ich: wir sind eins. Ich kann dir nicht wehtun, ohne mich zu verletzen.

Keep on grooving till the world ends.

What’s for lunch? - How about a Gym Sock Embryo?

If you’re about to host a dinner party or cook lunch for your bestest frienemies soon, I may have just the right dish for you: Fried Balut garnished with fresh Durian.

Balut:
“A balut is a fertilized duck embryo that is boiled alive and eaten in the shell. Popularly believed to be an aphrodisiac and considered a high-protein, hearty snack, balut are mostly sold by street vendors in the regions where they are available.” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balut_(egg))


Durian:

“Widely known and revered in southeast Asia as the ‘king of fruits’, the durian is distinctive for its large size, unique odour, and formidable thorn-covered husk. (…) The smell evokes reactions from deep appreciation to intense disgust, and has been described variously as almonds, rotten onions, turpentine and gym socks. The odour has led to the fruit’s banishment from certain hotels and public transportation in southeast Asia.” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian)



Bon appétit! 

Dinner for one. (Taken with instagram)

Dinner for one. (Taken with instagram)

You’re part of my master plan.

Shut your eyes, there are no lies in this world we call sleep.

If you don’t like gay marriage, blame straight people. They’re the ones who keep having gay babies.
Lobster Sunday. (Taken with instagram)

Lobster Sunday. (Taken with instagram)

It’s a bit like slandering the Queen, isn’t it?

Well, this is Day 2 of my virginal tumblr experience and I have to admit that my feelings about it are mixed. I’ve really enjoyed blogging some years ago and it has helped me through rough times. But back then, pre-Facebook, it was mainly just text, images and comments. Nowadays you have to be so much more to become a popular online platform. Be social network, be interaction, be mobile. Connect strangers from all over the world for reasons only God (or in this case: the programmer) knows why.

Okay, let me be a little less abstract here. Everything was just nice until I started using one of tumblr’s most unique features: tag tracking. Fascinating as it may have seemed at first, I started tracking tags such as #fashion and #gay – just to be up to date about anything that’s going on in the blogosphere. Since New York state gave permission to same-sex marriages earlier this day, #gay has been a trending topic. Massively. Before even understanding how to deal with all the new incoming posts on my dashboard, I was confronted with tons of aggressive homophobic posts and ridiculous bible quotations. At the risk of sounding like some naive web illiterate, I most certainly had not intended to be overrun by so much verbal bullshit. My mistake.

Yes, I do know quite well that I can’t write each and every bigot a message saying “fuck you”. But, most importantly in this context, tumblr wouldn’t even let me. There’s no comment function apart from reblogging a post with additional text, and most layouts simply don’t include an “ask me”/”message me” button. So it’s basically: like, reblog or leave. Good job, everyone. Exposing the members to an unmanageable amount of information without giving them any chance for a democratic kind of discourse. So much for social networking, huh? I am not amused.

I don’t really know in which direction I wanted this post to go. Homophobia is an important topic and I could go on and on about it, without ever getting to a satisfying solution (apart from exploding due to raging anger). But when it comes to my tumblr activities, my options are crystal clear, aren’t they? - Like, blog or leave.

:)

:)

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Patrick M. Ouellet

Patrick M. Ouellet

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