American Aquarium Drinker: Alright.
I’m reading the NYTimes’ coverage of the Aurora shootings, and this quote jumped out at me:
Luke O’Dell of the Rocky Mountain Gun Owners, a Colorado group on the other side of the debate over gun control, took a nearly opposite view. “Potentially, if there had been a law-abiding citizen who…
2:38 pm • 22 July 2012 • 448 notes
“By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept,” by Elizabeth Smart
Read By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept
The train was waiting and she was sitting there reading. I saw her through the open doors. I walked in, took a seat infront of her, and I photographed her. She became aware of me after I took the shot. Instinctively, I knew that her awareness was informed. She looked up and asked, “Are you the underground?”. I hesitated for a moment, as I wondered myself if I was the underground. Then I quickly said yes. She took my hand and held it, so warmly, like we were already connected. I’ll never forget it. That moment will be a part of me. It will enrich my work. Thank you.
pretty pretty emily
9:15 am • 18 July 2012 • 760 notes
I got an IUD a while ago and people keep asking how it’s working for me. Instead of telling each person one by one, I decided to make this comic to share with the world. Hope it helps!
Click on the first image to read the comic through piece-by-piece or scroll through the full version by clicking here!
THIS IS AWESOME! SARAH MIRK IS AWESOME! IUDS ARE AWESOME!
7:22 pm • 10 July 2012 • 1,333 notes
The fear seemed completely irrational, which made it even more frustrating and maddening and painful. It was also hard to explain to anyone else what was happening. I would lie and say I was physically sick; it wasn’t really lying. I would stand in the vestibule of my apartment building, waves of nausea washing over me, willing myself to push the door open. Half the time I’d go back inside.
In retrospect, my fear doesn’t seem irrational. I was afraid to leave my apartment because my subconscious had access to the information, stored in some mental safe that my conscious mind couldn’t unlock, that the day was coming when I would leave my apartment and everything in it and everything about the life I was living in it for good, forever.
I wrote this on the 4th of July. It’s very emo and a little bit of a retread. I go for long stretches without thinking about this stuff, of course, but around this time of year I tend to remember. (via emilygould)
10:01 am • 6 July 2012 • 55 notes
Obama and Romney wore the exact same thing yesterday.
POLLS SAY PEOPLE LIKE CHINOS (different washes though, and obama’s are better) (duh)
8:35 pm • 5 July 2012 • 104 notes
I’m probably your a-typical white guy. Late 20’s, college degree, corporate job, big city blah blah blah. If I was born in in a different time I would probably be like one of the MM characters.
I like Mad Men for a lot of reasons, the style, the nostalgia, the writing and so on are all great. That being said there is a bit of a fucked part of me that loves the horrible stuff. Sexual harassment? Sweet. African Americans being submissive? Sign me up. Why? I have NO idea. It’s pretty fucked up but when watching MM I always have that “man I wish I could do that” feeling.
Mad Men represents a time where a white male could do pretty much whatever he wanted. As a white male I think there is a very subversive part of me that believes that is great idea, for me. Watching MM lets me revel in that and indulge in a dark part of being human. It’s pretty fucked up, and never in a million years would I behave like these characters do but it obvious strikes a chord with me and thousands of other people.
Interesting comment beneath this piece I wrote last week. Dude’s avatar is Patrick Bateman.
I’ve read this comment a couple of times. It upsets me. I am both struck by this person’s candor and revolted by him.
I keep thinking about the Stanford Prison Experiment. That we’re monsters when given the chance to be monsters. What must it be like to see yourself—to see some ideal of yourself, however anachronistic—be a monster. Are you horrified? Do you get off on it?
But I guess if we look at ourselves and imagine at the past, we would have to fit in somewhere. I just can’t imagine romanticizing the racist, sexist men in that show. Or the racist, sexist women, for that matter. I’d rather be the elevator operator. The girl in the typing pool. Anyone but the man who thinks he’s better than everyone else.
8:32 pm • 5 July 2012 • 9 notes
Sometimes I walk though Times Square in slow motion while listening to this. (Taken with Instagram)
WHY WOULD YOU EVER WALK THROUGH TIMES SQUARE
8:17 pm • 5 July 2012 • 38 notes
E 2nd Street and Avenue B
INTERNET GRAFFITI ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT
5:50 pm • 25 June 2012 • 2 notes
"A Comprehensive List of Differences Between New York and Los Angeles" by Eric Spiegelman
Radio is more important to Angelenos (because of cars), but songs tend to have a tiny shelf life before they disappear and show up on an oldies station 15 years later. Good songs never seem to fall out of fashion on New York radio. In New York, you can walk into a deli and hear Notorious B.I.G.’s…
5:50 pm • 24 June 2012 • 479 notes
Can you even imagine what a shitshow those “Summer by Bravo” promo shoots are?
7:26 pm • 21 June 2012 • 62 notes