“What I feel about New York is hard to say in a few words. It’s really the rhythm of the city. You feel it the moment you walk down the street…It has to do with nerves, with the blood that runs through the city. It’s dangerous, noisy. It’s not peaceful or easy and because of it you feel more alive. It’s more in keeping with what human beings are meant to feel about the world.”—Woody Allen on Manhattan[or, quotes I now revisit as I prepare to pay rent] (via jennpelly)
You guys I finally have a good Halloween costume idea.
My friend texted me at around 2 am last night (before I recieved a call from an old, deranged person with a number in my hometown zip code asking me if “he was there” several times before I said “I have no idea who you are, I’m in New York” and hung up) saying “OMG REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE LITERARY HOOKERS FOR ENGLISH CLASH, SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS I’M REALLY HIGH.” And I suddenly remembered when we had a “literary breakfast” with our high school AP English class and my friend and I decided to be “whores from literature.” She was one of the hookers from One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, and I was THE CRAZY WHORE FROM CATCH-22!!! Which is an AMAZINGLY easy costume, because all you need to do is look hooker-ish and crazy and carry a knife. PROBLEM: SOLVED.
My sister sustained a serious injury in the 2003 Oakland docks protests described in this article. It landed her in the hospital for three months and required a skin graft, considered by many to be the most painful type of surgery. She left with a morphine addiction and PTSD, but the lawsuit settlement allowed her to re-start her life comfortably. I agree - the protestors injured at Occupy Oakland deserve the same compensation.
“Personally, I am not remotely interested in arguing readers in any given direction on that question — I just think it’s fascinating to watch which directions people go, and who’s getting sick of which sounds, and which sounds they suspect might be more satisfying, and all the various churnings of those politics.”—This, from Nitsuh’s interview with NPR, is actually the direction I come from most of the time. I’m usually not super up in arms about one band being more authentic or interesting or x adjective than another (USUALLY) but I think it’s fascinating/hilarious/entertaining to watch everyone else freak out about it.
I know the world is a big place with a lot of people. And, thanks to the internet, I know there are at least a few people in the world who are obsessed with literally EVERYTHING, to the point of mastering beyond comprehension skills like coin stacking and mustache sculpting, skills that, though impressive, are only of passing interest to the rest of the world. BUT STILL, there comes a point when I see some pumpkin with like, a fucking pointilism painting carved into it, that I wonder, WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE. Do they just sit in their room all day, carving pumpkins, practicing for their twenty seconds of internet fame?! What do they do for a real job?!* Do they have friends?? I hope so. That was a really nice pumpkin painting.
Also everyone, please, for my sanity, stop making things that are food look like things that are not food. I don’t want to look at that anymore.
This has been a public service announcement.
*I realize many people could say similar things about things I know about/spend time doing/get paid for.
“I’m fine with Cali. It’s a real boom and bust place, ya know? It’s nothing personal. The rest of California does such a good job of personal branding and self-promotion that my little missive shouldn’t put too big of a ding in its’ self-esteem.”—EMA
“I think it speaks to something larger in the culture,” Sacks said. “Where the man’s always wrong the woman’s behavior is never examined. I always found ‘Womanizer’ to be ironic because Britney had been married and divorced multiple times and is nobody to be pointing fingers about womanizing or being promiscuous or whatever.”—Just a taste of the total shitshow that is this article. Kill me.
“Change also came with an influx of counterculture in the 1960s and ’70s, which carried with it political and cultural values still evident in businesses on small, pedestrian-friendly Main Street, like Rosemary’s Garden, an herb shop that has been around for decades, and a spirituality-themed bookstore, Many Rivers Books and Tea. In 2000, Sebastopol made news for having a city council with a Green Party majority.”—