Bartering, man. I feel like it would solve a lot of problems. Money works for the most part, but what if everyone traded goods, and only goods? Maybe the world would still have the same problems, possibly even worse. For that split second though, doesn’t it sound like harmonious bliss? Making, trading, borrowing, reusing. Who even sets up the monetary value of materials anyway? The government? And so the whole idea gets swallowed up by all the other curiosities that fill my mind.
How do those icicle drops on the ends of trees even form?
Oof, my sides. I need to do yoga.
How I will I ever fill the blank calendar I have sitting on my desk?
I need to call my mom back.
Bartering was successful for me once though. During Lent, my father packed me a tuna fish sandwich for lunch. It was full of dill, lemon zest, olive oil, red onion, and mayonnaise. It was his masterpiece.Read More