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 • 478 notes
Can you even imagine what a shitshow those “Summer by Bravo” promo shoots are?
7:26 pm • 21 June 2012 • 62 notes
Stuff You Should Know
The HIV infection rate for heterosexual African American women in the District’s poorest neighborhoods nearly doubled in two years, from 6.3 percent to 12.1 percent, according to a study released Wednesday by the D.C. Department of Health.
The overall infection rate for those neighborhoods is 8 percent, and more than 3 percent of DC as a whole is infected.
12:57 pm • 21 June 2012 • 7 notes
IPAD: BRINGING A GUN TO THE TEXTING DURING A MOVIE KNIFEFIGHT
As I’ve noted before, nothing brings me more pleasure in life than getting people (particularly young people) thrown out of movie theaters for texting or talking during a film. As I’ve mentioned, people who do these things are human mildew and the only solution for them is to scrape them off of any surfact they attach themselves to. I only wish that we lived in a society where justice still prevailed and far more severe punishments were available than just throwing them out of the theater. The removal of their thumbs would be an excellent place to start.
But if there is a downside to getting people thrown out of movies for texting it is that the process of doing so often causes you yourself to miss a good 10 - 15 minutes of the film. A sacrifice that must be made for the public good, but not a win/win by any means.
Last night however, I came upon a more efficient, if slightly less satisfying way of dealing with this menace. I was watching a movie and when the gentleman next to me started texting. He was not particularly young and looked like he belonged much more in a nightclub than a movie theater. I object to the enormous role the word “douche” now plays in our language, and yet, in this instance, I can find no fitting substitute so I will let the D word stand as an apt description.
Anyhow, the hour was late. The movie was so bad (more about that to come) that most of my will to fight had been bludgeoned out of me. Talking to this cretin to even tell him to knock it off would have taken more than I had to give.
But then I realized I had in my hands a bigger weapon than his pathetic little iPhone. When the iPad was first unveiled, they were mocked as just giant iPhones, but perhaps they were built to be such with this very moment in mind. Not saying a word, I turned my iPad on, opened the browser to a white screen and positioned it on my lap pointed directly at my neighbor’s face and away from mine. Thus, I was able to continue to enjoy (or not) the movie - with the screen pointed away from me - ignoring him while he glared at me in outrage and waved his hands around in protest. Finally as he seemed about to make a stink, it dawned on him that he was not in a position to complain about people having their screens open during the movie. I saw him visibly deflate and put his phone back in his pocket. Without a word, I then turned my iPad off and put it away.
Again, not as satisfying as getting him thrown out or having his thumbs cut off, but very effective and made the point!
The man is a genius, and a hero among men.
11:52 am • 12 June 2012 • 397 notes