Autumn on Orchard has been, dare I say, my favorite season of living here. Since the regrettable disintegration of the RayDo Show, I have hailed autumn as a season of death. And I am a brutal evil girl, so death is awesome! On a scale of 1-awesome, so is the Ogden Farmer's Market. I am so happy that it’s continuing after the Harvest Moon Festival, probably up until the 2nd annual Witchstock Festival on the 22nd I believe. How awesome! Also, the Oasis Farmer's Market is another thing everyone must attend. Not only is it across the street from Orchard Avenue, but it goes year-round! I sell my mother’s crafty things for college and concert money. Support local! Hell yeah!
On our way back from the Harvest Moon Festival, Kade Darby-Byrd and I met some train hoppers, or rail dawgz, as they self-declared. While talking to them for almost two hours, I was late for work! They were so fascinating. I learned all about their hobo pictographs and their jargon. Its sooo cool that these people have an appreciation for Ogden similar to my own; hearing how great my hometown is from traveling punk strangers really makes me grateful that I live in such an ideal place. Spotty was my favorite, and her pit bull-mutt was very well behaved. She would say “Hey, stop snitchin’!” and he would stop growling. Rail Life bitches!
Kade and I have been going on Dapper-Dates around Ogden. We rode our bicycles down to the Art House Cinema and watched If a Tree Falls. As you all know, my bicycle is charming and adorable, while his is a hipster fixie- which he built himself. Quite handy, I give him that, but still hipster as shit. We also ate vegan sammiches at 360 Cafe on 25th street, which I highly recommend. All these Dapper-Dates make me very excited for winter time because I am seeing more dapper-dressed men with fitted cardigans, skinny ties, and clean shaven faces. Ahh I am in love! The featured dapper young man of this blog is a fellow in my American History class at Weber State. Lookin’ good, sir!
Speaking of all this evil talk, my bestie Caitlin Simone told me the other day that I am, “half indie, half Satan!” such a compliment, I try my hardest to be evil and being indie comes naturally ;) Buying black underwear, burying my deceased black cat, shaving part of my head, you name it. Oh yeah, I shaved part of my head! I didn’t cry or anything! It’s on the left side of my part, only as far back as my ear line. I admire how indie-punk I look, and now my “home teachers” won’t want to approach me!
I figure shaving my head and listening to rock n roll is a nice, passive way of sticking it to the man- especially with all this ridiculous protesting going on. What’s that all about? I think it’s to occupy Wall Street or something or another. I don’t think most of the people there even know what they’re protesting about, because I sure don’t. The majority of protestors in down town Salt Lake, (impulsive and foolish hipsters who are willing to camp out in Pioneer Park for the sake of being there to be there) don’t vote. They are members of the smallest voting demographic: in 2008, younger citizens (18–24) had the lowest voting rate (49 percent). Call me old school, but if these idiots were to vote, voices would be heard. Change might not occur in such a radical memorable way, but changes still. Well, whatever.
