June 2010
5 posts
After having been away for so long, I see it:
Tumblr is the new LiveJournal.
Minneapolis Craigslist...
…Is like an alternate version of New York craigslist where you can afford everything. For instance This and This.
But there’s something so depressing about comfort. And there’s something so depressing about describing yourself to strange realtors, like hearing your own voice on the answering machine — do disappointingly without the pluck and verve of a newscaster.
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Going offline for two weeks.
I did this experiment a while ago for the Observer and also once with Lux in the great “Media Challenge of 2003” — which forbade not only the net but recorded music and electronic visual stumuli. We ended up playing a lot of Life and baking muffins. Miraculously, I won after a three-day holdout. (Someone lost, if I remember correctly, because the radio was on in a room he/she...
Last Days →
May 2010
71 posts
I just got home from a party
maggiehm:
where Jonathan Ames was slow-dancing to a Prince song.
I am the last person among my friends to have had zero Bored to Death celeb run-ins. AND I AM THE BIGGEST FAN AMONG THEM!?
god, it’s me, margaret.
I just saw Lena Dunham on the street outside the Newsweek building. I wanted to come up to her and tell her that I loved Delusional Downtown Divas… But what do you really say to someone you admire? Exactly.
slaskow:
Ernest Hemingway Reviews the Season Finale of LOST
They were dead all along.
Hurley was still fat. He liked opening cans. There should’ve been more hunting on the island. More boar hunting with spears. Shirtless men following the beast into the jungle, surrounding it, thrusting their spears, a final killing blow. I would have watched another season if the producers stocked the island...
This is so gooooood. Kid Cudi/Chip Tha Ripper over... →
improvement →
jedcrockr:
i think? who cares. the subway should be 2 dollars again.
why does this happen on my last day of work… when i’m about to go all-bicycle…
i am there....
CRISPIN “HELLION” GLOVER PRESENTS IT IS FINE! EVERYTHING IS FINE! AT THE IFC CENTERIFC Center, 323 Ave. of the Americas, (212) 924-7771. 8 p.m
The Inherent Sexism of Icing
I don’t think it’s a mistake that the beverage of shame is a woman’s drink — marketed by Smirnoff to the women who deign to enter frathouses but won’t deign to drink from their kegs. And I don’t think it’s a mistake that the punishment is to go down on one knee — a gesture our culture would recognize first as an offer of engagement and second as...
It’s 5:17 p.m. on the day before my last day of work in a cubicle for the next three years.* Today, walking around SoHo I was proto-nostalgic. The sunshine, the shopwindows — these things won’t change. But that feeling of being bound somewhere, of the precious hour you to be in a naturally-lit environment before the halogen beams down again…that feeling won’t be the...
I don't know how to process this: →
I just said this to my friend Matthew — who said in gChat,
“yeah. i have pathetically outsourced alot of my browsing to your reader.”
— that I am “basically trying to become the Perez Hilton of GoogleReader.” And it is completely true.
Sometimes I read something that I cannot imagine... →
“Never let it be said that my failure went to my... →
…After all — why do men break guitars, slather themselves with bananas onstage, or spit at the audience? It’s the illogical nature of rock, which spits on those who stop to reflect…
