January 2010
43 posts
“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the...”
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J.D. Salinger
I always wrote Otis Redding off before now.
“I believe in God, only I call it nature.”
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I’m too vain to only have nine followers.
“go to work, send your kids to school
follow fashion, act normal
walk on the...”
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I don’t know who said this, but I think it could’ve been any one of us. All youth has that same capacity for lawless insanity. I prefer to think of it as a willingness to live.
In-depth review of worst movie ever →
This is a long article, but completely worth it. A nerd does a long write up detailing all the flaws of the 1986 horror movie abortion: Slaughter High.
Listen
Me covering Van Morrison.
The Beach Boys are sometimes better than a...
Magic
I read the other day that the internet would go on if Earth was destroyed and that it is ever expanding and infinite similar to our universe. We created a massive global pool of knowledge that can grow and live on without us. It is all-knowing and fast becoming all-seeing. I wonder if it’s that we created a god in the form of the internet or we made ourselves gods by joining together...
You guys down with Jeff yet?
“Just because she likes the same bizarro crap as you does not mean she’s...”
– Words to live by
This Recording →
This is a link to thisrecording, a site where thirteen writers contribute essays on love, life, and culture. A new essay is added every day and in the six months or so I’ve been reading them I’ve yet to come across an essay that I didn’t read entirely.
On top of essays with topics ranging from how much Star Wars or The Watchmen movie sucked to how great Woody Allen and Boy...
Talkin bout my generation
There’s a certain jealousy that no generation before ours can understand and generations after ours will hopefully not know. Yes, ladies and gentleman, we’re talking about facebook jealousy. It would be quite hard to describe to an older person how it feels to see someone you are interested in making flirtatious chit-chat over the internet with someone much better looking then...
“There was a poem Meg had brought home from college, with the line ‘Both ways is...”
– Choosing both ways has always led me to reaching neither destination.
Seriously guys, Van Morrison.
Down on Cypress Avenue with the childlike visions leaping into view. The clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoes. Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George.
Marching with the soldier boy behind. He’s much older now with hat on drinking wine. And that smell of sweet perfume drifting through early cool night air like Shalimar.
And outside they were making all the stops. The kids out in...
Excursions into the Cold
It’s not so much the stinging from the whipping winds,
but the way they howl.
I hear them and sort back through our correspondence,
rereading old letters and remembering
how rainy August made the ink run.
“He left home at twenty and moved up north to the highline. He got a job outside...”
– Maile Meloy, “Travis B.” (via heartbeatcity)