And like any encounter group leader, the magazine’s editorship traffics in a comforting jargon—a sort of class privilege all its own. The operative terms in its reckoning with the fallout from the last decade’s pillaging always describe subjective moods and feelings, not actual privation or suffering. In place of mass layoffs, repossessions or hijacked pensions, there is diffuse “envy,”...
takes me all the way back to ‘07. you make the record at night we all know that rock and roll is the language of night but this got made in the day, it was bright jennilee: barr - the song is the single (via rvca vimeo)
Oh, I get it. You don’t want to be cute anymore.– Bob Dylan, upon hearing Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, May 1967 (via sandysays, idiotwind, peterfeld)
Sometimes I find this song unbearably precious...
The Hold Steady - Hot Fries
All your favorite movies. They wouldn’t seem so funny if you weren’t so high. And I ain’t that high. All your favorite books. They wouldn’t seem so well written if you were just a bit more well read. Jack Kerouac is dead. He drank himself to death. I just ain’t that high. All your favorite songs wouldn’t seem so sad. If you weren’t so depressed. ...
To see the internet only as an extension of the possibility of communication is...– Jens Haaning
hipsterdiet: syntheticpubes: So a couple weeks back I got home from the bar(s) and this happened. finally a meme i can get behind. True that. I mean, everyone likes bacon but cilantro divides people. Cilantro and arugula are the only foods that Julia Child hated. Julia freaking Child. I would marry cilantro if I could. I make certain kinds of food just so I can cover them with heaps of...