THE PART I EDITED OUT

Adriane Quinlan on why she cares so, so much.
Jan 31
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T E L E D E N S I T Y *


“About 1893, the country leading the world in telephones per 100 persons (teledensity) was Sweden.”

* my new favorite word

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$ and love

It was not difficult to convince J. to join. In a way, I guess I knew already at that point that he was in love with me. For I knew I could ask him to do numbers of ridiculous things, from which he could otherwise not profit – and I knew that the world worked in this economic way, for I had seen how the economy deflated and I had read the recession as a personal attack, feeling that the world had deliberately spurned me.

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only the best wikipedia page ever

only the best wikipedia page ever

Jan 30
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Of course this exists

I just discovered the world of collecting “vintage” computers from the 1980s, researching a story, and it is completely amazing. I want one!!!

Jan 29
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The first piece I did for the editor Winston Cowles was a story about living without the internet. I was twenty-four. I had gotten the call to meet Cowles, who was still Managing at The Sun when it was still on 23rd street – because he had read and liked a piece I had done for the Princeton Bulletin – a piece about living in New York in bohemian poverty, as Fitzgerald had done: I had skipped the bill on a steak at Delmonico’s, snuck into the Metropolitan at intermission, slept on a ruched velvet couch in the lobby of The Biarritz. It was a snide piece, full of youthful insecurity and defensive snark, but he had said, over the phone, that it had “its charms” and invited me to a Wednesday lunch at a shadowy Italian place with white tablecloths and a dusty bar. 

The first piece I did for the editor Winston Cowles was a story about living without the internet. I was twenty-four. I had gotten the call to meet Cowles, who was still Managing at The Sun when it was still on 23rd street – because he had read and liked a piece I had done for the Princeton Bulletin – a piece about living in New York in bohemian poverty, as Fitzgerald had done: I had skipped the bill on a steak at Delmonico’s, snuck into the Metropolitan at intermission, slept on a ruched velvet couch in the lobby of The Biarritz. It was a snide piece, full of youthful insecurity and defensive snark, but he had said, over the phone, that it had “its charms” and invited me to a Wednesday lunch at a shadowy Italian place with white tablecloths and a dusty bar. 

Jan 23
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tylercoates:

I just sent this to about five people on GChat with the message, “found this really cute pic of us.” I’m the monkey, obviously, because of the jorts. 

Unlikely animal friends

tylercoates:

I just sent this to about five people on GChat with the message, “found this really cute pic of us.” I’m the monkey, obviously, because of the jorts. 

Unlikely animal friends

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COFFIN BONE. Or, adventures in dutch translate

COFFIN BONE. Or, adventures in dutch translate

Jan 06
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Dec 13
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you guys saw this, right? 

you guys saw this, right? 

Dec 03
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i have to change everything about my life
so that i can wear this dress
that i just saw in a slideshow
about dresses in a museum.
when i saw it
that’s what my brain said
CHANGE YOUR LIFE
STEAL THAT DRESS FROM THE MUSEUM 
i love brains.

i have to change everything about my life

so that i can wear this dress

that i just saw in a slideshow

about dresses in a museum.

when i saw it

that’s what my brain said

CHANGE YOUR LIFE

STEAL THAT DRESS FROM THE MUSEUM 

i love brains.