Here is a photo of Johnny Ryan and Peter Bagge with a Ghost World poster in the background and mounds of itsprobablyperfect (via)
R.I.P my over-the-top favourite glasses that died in the turmoil that is an Oh Sees show in San Francisco. A good way to go, at least.
(In April while in Denver I began a tally of how many people commented on my glasses daily, for curiosity’s sake, and came to a figure of 37 comments in total over the course of twenty-three days. It was getting tiresome. I am sorry to see them go, but I think it is time to transition into a less metallic era in my life. Vale.)
Some Of North America In Sentences Of 140 Characters Or Less
Because Oh Yeah I Got A Twitter That Is Pretty Useless (Like Capitalising All These Words) But Here Feels Nicer
The Abundance Of Laundromats Housed Within The Blocks Of Bushwick, Brooklyn
It’s Okay To Cry in Public When You Don’t Know A Single Person In The City (And Spectacles, Sometimes)
8-Bit Ice Cream Trucks Roaming The Suburbs Sans ‘Greensleeves’ (As Australia) Being Decidedly Less Creepy
The Prevalence Of Handlebar Moustaches In San Diego Which Coincidentally, Smells Entirely Like Piss
The Puzzle Of Some People Who Just Drop Out Of Your Life and Don’t Say Why
Denver Junkies Taking Liberties To Tell You When The Right Hem Of Your Trouser Pants Is Shorter Than The Left And Empathising
People Getting To See Themselves On the Big Screen At Baseball Games
The US Postal Service Being Arguably Faster Than Most Places In The World Despite The Horrendous Initial Line
Drivers In The North West Who Are Overwhelmingly Nice To Pedestrians But Yell For Directions
The Lady With Whom I Slept In The Same Dorm Room For 6 Nights Who Would Daily, Forget All Conversations Previously Had
An Excess Of Books And Jangly Guitars
Nice Strangers In Portland Who Drive You To Food Trucks After Lil B
It Being Alright Because I Have So Much Beer In This Weird Motel Room Alone That Everything Is Alright and A Pool
A Green Screen, The Golden Gate Bridge, and An Illusory Leg In Order To Achieve ‘The Authentic Experience’
Not Caring About Authenticity At All, In The Slightest, In Any Manner
Tall Dwarfs’ ‘Clover’ Scrobbling Everytime You Sync Your iPhone Even Though It’s Not In Its Library And Ensuing Mystery
The Bulging And Broken Suitcase And Plastic Bag Living As Bane Of Existence
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Lower Plenty - Close Enough
Current drunk shamelessness, or shame.
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The Go-Betweens - Lee Remick
Did I ever mention how much I love the Go-Betweens?
“Last autumn, the Bodleian Library’s Special Collections Department faced an intriguing dilemma when it acquired a rare copy of Agrippa, a Book of the Dead, a hybrid print-digital work featuring a digitally encrypted poem by William Gibson that can only be read once before the data destroys itself. With artwork from noted American artist Dennis Ashbaugh, and referencing everything from genetic code to the Gutenberg Bible and Kodak scrapbook nostalgia, the book’s digital element was designed to self-efface after a single ‘transmission’. Chris Fletcher, head curator at the Special Collections, asked, ‘Do we conserve the book and vandalise the poem, or read the poem and lose the book?’”
-Courtney Traub, “An Interview with Kevin Begos, Jr”
This is probably the most relevant and interesting thing I’ve read in the past year, and I can’t tell you why but it’s stimulating and exciting and makes me feel okay about things.
The reason I am over-using shitty social networking sites lately is because I haven’t had a proper, face-to-face conversation with another human being in thirteen days.
(Source: psychreaction, via eracorrect)
I found this creepy photo (which had been photocopied) inside a book last night, so I made a sign and stuck it to the side of a bookshelf.
Sometimes I really miss work.
Important to NYC:
ONE FRAME OF BUTTERED POPCORN
SEX DEATH
ALL HOT P
EXTRA BREAD WITH MEALS
(Source: youtube.com)
