August 2009
88 posts
“I just see that this could end badly for you. You could get trampled by pigs or...”
– my mano Carlos, always the optimist
Next Exit, Interpol. A good start to any road trip...
“… I felt instinctively that toilets—as also...”
– Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
Carlos macks statutory hipsterettes, take one
Carlos: So uh. Do you have a boyfriend?
Statutory hipsterette: No. Well, he broke up with me.
Carlos: [sympathy] What happened?
S.H: Well, I dunno. I took a vacation in Mexico and he broke up with me.
Carlos: Mexico, huh? I'm Mexican!
Me: [Snerks into beer]
The internet will eat your brain. It is eating mine too quickly. I hung out with my little brother for the first time, really, in a long time, yesterday, and for the first time, really, in a long time, it was just fun. Good natured biking and joking and listening to good music and painting house and watching action movies and that’s what happens, of course, when he’s excited to get the...
NSFW: Sex positivity + sparkly vampires = endless... →
All I want to eat in the summer is olives and... →
Reasons I’m gearing for fa-a-a-a-lll:
1. Listening to Arcade Fire’s “Funeral” for a good cold period because it just FITS BETTER. Yes. Autumn albums in general.
2. Beginning of fall = Virgo time, meaning seeing my wifey, and. Okay, that’s it.
3. Having money. Getting back on life horse. Monte tu cheval, yo.
4. WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. Midnight. Excellent.
5....
“There’s not a lover I want no more and it’s not heaven I’m...”
jesuisperdu:
songjournal:
sufjan stevens - come...
thank God I hate candy cofffee. newsflash:... →
horoscope wednesday, homeslices
TAURUS
April 20-May 20
Try to separate what you think you like from what you actually like If it feels bad every time you eat dairy, kick it with a certain someone, or listen to techno, why keep doing it? Reassess how you define happiness, so you can get more happy (Psychic Dream).
Trust your own good intentions, speak from your heart, and you’ll find a way to diffuse confrontations. Not every...
I'm a dinosaur, but I still got to clutch Metric's...
truong tran: honorary Millsbian
Me: I will apply for the job. But I'm moving to a farm for a while. With Franny's P's. You know, get my act together.
Truong: That's great. And also a chance to see wifey-fo-lifey.
LCD Soundsystem, Someone Great
I miss the way we...
Hey hey hey. It was supposed to be rainy and bitchy all day and now is lovely out. Still, I got on my bike for a hot second. Um. My Tumblr took a snooze, all crashed, blah blue blah.
I’m working on a farm up by the Mississippi River in less than a week. For three weeks. Yes. This makes me want to get out of bed most days.
Finishing Lolita and it is amazing except I had wierd Lolita dreams...
“I am not gonna be that little dutch boy with my finger in the dam no more!”
– June Carter, “Walk the Line”
Watch Tom Waits Play the Devil in the Trailer for... →
lovehaight:
12 Ways to Travel the World for Free →
(via sarahspy)
amazing, even if my iTunes identity criseses... →
In honor of the perseids, some more SPACE...
My Tumblarity sucks, but tonight = METEORS
“Attention CTA riders: the CTA wants us to stand here for 3 damn minutes. 3....”
– CTA train conductor. Only in Chicago. (via askvero) (via windycity)
Tumblarity makes me spend too much time at a...
TAL 339 Break-Up: because Ira Glass would be the...
Lauren: It's not like any one specific thing. It's just. I dunno.
Ira: It's just that there was an 'Us'.
Lauren: I know! There really was! That's the thing that's so weird. It's like, you know, you just, you put so much energy into something and then one day it's time to stop. I dunno.
Ira: During a break up you just stare at what happened. There's a before and there's an after and you just can't believe it.
look, will you just please, LOOK AT THE DONUTS. →
i know there’s been a lot of links, but this is like food-porn-orgasm city for me. oh god. i miss the donut/cigarette shop on Telegraph, now more than EVER.
one of the most political poems you will ever get...
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Grow peace in the heart. Basil in tin cans, rosemary,
cliantro, for the teeth tearing at the border are clenched
tighter and tighter, and so are the arms of mami’s
tautenting around the slackening and bulleted bodies
of coyotes, runners, or the rest caught in hazed
crossfire all points East from Tijuana. Fix...
why boomers + zines = hilarity
Jon: Like, Indian paper. You know? That'd be excellent (burns edges of paper for crinkly-burnt effect)
Shari: Oh! Yeah!
Me: Like pioneer projects in the 5th grade. That's cool!
Shari: Maybe for the statistics. (Burning continues, and continues)
Me: Man, this is gonna be some credits to "Bonanza" shit all night.
Shari: Are you old enough to remember that?
summer? hot? this could be cause for a shakeup →
Stevie Wonder AND T-Rex for a Saturday? most excellent. my Tumblarity shot to shit, but I don’t really understand how it works, still, and it’s hot and humid here and so the last thing I want is to be sitting at this computer with the ceiling fan. hm. still, sorry for the lack “o” content, or original content. never doubt my love for this tumblr game, do not.
also, in...
stockholm syndrome
(from a rough draft, sometime last summer)
how I tired to tell (you) of these transatlantic times and yet the rage waves / settling stones sand sea deep creatures puttering and muttering across our vast floors. the roar echoing out of spiralling: this wasted epic tolerance, the twenties of empty bottles rolling out of my hands
my mother said
upon our encounter I appeared a disaster survivor....
fuck it, i'm moving down to Oklahoma, thanks... →
EXACTLY WHAT I'VE THINKING ALL DAY
Bethany: McHenry is pretty far from Jersey, might I ask what brings you guys to Illinois?
Jay: Some fuck named John Hughes.
Bethany: "16 Candles" John Hughes?
Jay: You know him too? That fucking guy. Made this flick "16 Candles" right? Not bad it's got tits in it, but no bush. Of course Ebert over here don't give a shit about that stuff cause he's all in love with this John Hughes guy and rents every one of his movies. Fucking "Breakfast Club" all these stupid kids actually show up to detention, fucking "Weird Science" where this one chick wants to take off her gear and get down, but aw, no she don't cause it's a PG movie, and then there's "Pretty In Pink" which I can't watch with this tubby muthafucker any more, because everytime we get to the part where the red head hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little eight-year-old with a skinned knee and shit. And nothing is worse then watching a fat man weep.
“And we must never forget that if the atom’s structure is invisible, it is...”
– Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
““Somewhere along the way Greg lost his confidence, and I don’t know...”
– The Generosity of Women, Courtney Eldridge 