Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae sub Regno Cynarae by Ernest Dowson (published 1896) Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. All night upon...
Clayton Cubitt (photographer, he’s on tumblr and twitter) shot this out the window of New York’s J train in May of 2009. It’s five minutes of slowly moving cityscape set to Boards of Canada. Not everyone is a visual person, a person apt to relish in some view of their surroundings, but we should appreciate our worlds this way. Instead of passing everything by, focused on...
Do this for me today:
mar-see-ah: Find out where your polling place is. Come Tuesday morning, you’ll be rushing out the door. You won’t think about it. Be prepared. Remind your friends. BRING A FRIEND. Vote. Please, baby, please.
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A McSweeney’s list
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It’s like Pandora, but operates by skipping you around various music blogs and playing tracks in the browser. Listening to the “Downtempo” station right now and I’m very pleased. (Thanks Jason)
Just a regular day in the neighborhood
Andrew: I wouldn't take a check from the veep
me: "Cash only, Mr. Vice President. I don't care if you do run the senate."
Andrew: "Can I put it on my tab?" "Sir, we've had this discussion. Your credit rating is 254."
me: "If we gave you a tab, we'd have to give every vice president a tab. Can you imagine what Cheney would do? Gore? Quayle?"
Andrew: "Gore tried to pay his tab with granola, for fuck's sake. You'd probably try to settle up with Woolite."
me: "And no, I have no idea what a 'Delaware scrambler' is either. We don't serve that, so stop asking."
Andrew: "Oh, come on, your pappy served that for years when I'd come through. It's simple: eggs, mozzarella, broken glass and laundry detergent—and no tax."
me: "Order it with extra sauce and you slide some dirty pictures underneath the toast."
Andrew: "Frankly, Mr. Vice President, I don't know how you've lived this long." "I'm a robot, Tommy."
The Rejuvenique from the Found Footage Festival. Oddly enough, the same product was popular on the set of the movie Paul.
Success is like being pregnant. Everyone congratulates you, but nobody knows how...– Unknown (via theessentialman)
Please Stop Writing About Hipsters
I’m looking at you, New York Magazine. I assure you that those skinny-jean-wearing egoists are among the least important people in the country. Please do some real journalism. By spending all this time covering what is essentially a youth consumer movement (if the term “movement” is even deserved (it’s probably not)) you are ignoring those who are affecting real change,...
Bianca, the Covert Toronto Escort with a Day Job... →
[P]rostitution is all but illegal in Ontario. I would, at no point, be doing anything illegal. What I would be doing is known as “outcalls.” It meant that I would always go to the client, the client never coming to me. The arrangements, home or hotel would be up to him. Incalls bordered on illegal if they happened at the hooker’s home, since it is illegal in Ontario to live in a...
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