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wugs:
rock bottom is when youtube comments are more intelligent than your government
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Bobby Cannavale on Prince Street.
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Cool time lapse video of the Washington Monument earthquake scaffolding construction project, from March 20 to May 13, 2013. Video shot from the...
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“Most people do not openly force us into roles, they merely suggest that we adopt them through their reactions to us, and hence surreptitiously...”
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Julianne Moore - Rika #8 by Helena Christensen, Spring/Summer 2013
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This is what happens when scientists have kids,
Most of the microbes that make up a baby’s gut community are acquired during birth — a...
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Lets take a moment to talk about all of the male name-town/ville/burg navaids on this map, particularly the northwest corner, that are driving me...
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Spoon - I Summon You
Always hits the spot.
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“Established on the 70ths as one of the first saunas in Amsterdam dedicated only for men,”— I get what you were going for there, but no.
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“Could they be fucking? How sad, she thinks, that two Americans should travel so far just to fuck. Don’t they fuck in America? she wonders.”
Paris Review – Scenes Not Included in Henry James’s The Ambassadors (NSFW), Paul La Farge
“’Do you know there’s a road that goes down Mexico and all the way to Panama—and maybe all the way to the bottom of South American where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside? Yes! You and I, Sal, we’d dig the whole world with a car like this because, man, the road must eventually lead to the whole world.’”
An essential ingredient of l’amour à la française is the insistence on sexual pleasure. Yalom cites a recent statistic culled from a study in which a French and an American group were asked whether “true love can exist without a radiant sex life.” Of the American group, 83 percent agreed with this statement; only 34 percent of the French agreed, Yalom writes: “A 49 percent difference in opinion on the need for sex in love is a startling statistic! This French emphasis on carnal satisfaction strikes tighter-laced Americans as deliciously naughty.”
“Nothing changes, except you have to pay a sitter.”
The 40-Year-Old Reversion | The Awl
Holy f***ing sh*t, this article rings true. Thanks to my 25-year-old friend for pointing this out. :-/
Another good line in this piece:
“The difference between twenty-five and thirty-eight is that, at thirty-eight, when a strange man says he wants to have sex with you, you feel grateful.”
Yep.
Check out this totally awesome interview on Fresh Air about a new Superman bio.
“Nothing more fully discloses the artist’s, the writer’s, flawed character than envy of a peer.”
“The Paris-Madrid road race of 1903 was a wonderfully disgraceful affair. Three hundred cars set out, conferring death and dismemberment along the dust-choked roads south. Six of the drivers were killed outright and nearly twice as many gravely injured. The hospitals were stuffed with mangled sightseers. By the time the surviving drivers reached Bordeaux the race was called off, and in Madrid the garlanded welcome arches were quietly dismantled. One of the drivers taking part was Ettore Bugatti, the young Italian car designer, heir to a factory estate in Alsace. Among the spectators, probably, was three-year-old Hélène Delangle, destined to become one of his crack drivers. She would have been among the villagers of Aunay-sous-Auneau who thronged to see Louis Renault descending a nearby hill at 140 kph.”
“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“The metamorphosis couldn’t stop at Ziggy Stardust: butterflies, as Bowie realised but his friend and rival Marc Bolan didn’t, are ephemeral. Five years later, when Bowie made a guest appearance on Bolan’s TV show, Marc, the difference couldn’t have been more pronounced. At the end of the episode, Bolan – washed-up, drunk, mumbling about the ‘cats’ in the band, wearing heavy eyeliner and nail polish, still playing the same old glam, still stuck in 1972 – fell off the stage; he was killed in a car crash a week later. Bowie (cool, poised, prettier than ever), rather than shambling on as just another coked-out relic from the past, was setting the terms of the post-punk future in his so-called Berlin triptych: Low, ‘Heroes’, Lodger.”
