In the radio booth they’re talking about the crowd. Looks like thirty thousand and how do you figure it. When you think about the textured histories of the teams and the faith and the passion of the fans and the way these forces are entwined citywide, and when you think about the game itself, live-or-die, the third game in a three-game playoff, and you say the names Giants and Dodgers, and you calculate the way the players hate each other openly, and you recall the kind of year this has turned out to be, the pennant race that has brought the city to a strangulated rapture, an end-shudder requiring a German loanword to put across the mingling of pleasure and dread and suspense, and when you think about the blood loyalty, this is what they’re saying in the booth—the love-of-team that runs across the bouroughs and through the snuggled suburbs and out into the apple counties and the raw north, the how do you explain twenty thousand empty seats?
— Don DeLillo, Underworld
He is the handsomest living human of the moment. I haven’t actually looked straight at him yet since he’s been here. I poked a hole in a paper plate and I look at him like that, like an eclipse.
— Tina Fey about Jon Hamm (via downlikehoney)
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songjournal:
07.07.09 Lifter Puller - Naussau Coliseum
I love to drive around to this song. It’s one of those songs that makes me feel like I’m in a movie. It’d be the soundtrack to a scene in some sketchy bar, lamplight burning dim on bare, braceleted arms, a drink in hand. Red lips whispering into an old lover’s ear:
and i’ve got a feeling like i’m in the beatles. bigger than jesus, i’m getting shot at.
it’s getting hectic, there’s so much traffic. i might never get it. it’s behind the buildings, it’s guarded by cameras, studied by doctors, wrapped up in plastic. it sleeps at the airport, skips all its classes, skips like a record. used to be better, do you remember? used to have visions, used to believe em…
The other night at work, one of my associates asked me what the one thing I wanted most in this world was. I thought for a moment and the best thing I could come up with was my own apartment right now. I’m changing my answer. It’s a Lifter Puller show.
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ewilcox:
Girl From The North Country - Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan
(via bikerfish:pleasedontsqueezetheshaman)
I can’t not reblog this.
Always almost makes me cry.
Wet Hot American Summer
Lindsay: Hey, what'cha writing on?
Andy: My gurnal. I write my thoughts in it every day.
Lindsay: Oh, you mean a journal?
Andy: Yeah, whatever. Guess I'm not all smart like you.
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The Constantines - New King
Your mother and father
walked out of the city
bound together
as they were bound to be
I love the 1:50 mark when it kicks up.
