sitting-up mud


so maybe I have a little headache
maybe I was born with a little headache


daveholmes:

HAS ANYONE SEEN HIM?
Andrew Koenig (AK-47, the video guy on “Never Not Funny,” and “Boner” from “Growing Pains”) has been missing for a week, last seen 2/14 in Vancouver. Didn’t make his flight back to the US on 2/16. The Vancouver Police are involved, and lots of people are looking. Could you reblog this and help get the word out? And say some prayers or think some positive thoughts?
UPDATE: It’s not that I don’t appreciate the “like”s, but PLEASE DO REBLOG THIS. You might have followers in Vancouver, and though the presence of the word “Boner” may make this look like a joke, I assure you it isn’t. Thanks!

daveholmes:

HAS ANYONE SEEN HIM?

Andrew Koenig (AK-47, the video guy on “Never Not Funny,” and “Boner” from “Growing Pains”) has been missing for a week, last seen 2/14 in Vancouver. Didn’t make his flight back to the US on 2/16. The Vancouver Police are involved, and lots of people are looking. Could you reblog this and help get the word out? And say some prayers or think some positive thoughts?

UPDATE: It’s not that I don’t appreciate the “like”s, but PLEASE DO REBLOG THIS. You might have followers in Vancouver, and though the presence of the word “Boner” may make this look like a joke, I assure you it isn’t. Thanks!

jaredgeller:

jacob:

It seems like the most recent trend in web design is to figure out exactly what you want to say, find an excellent photo of who you’re talking about and otherwise shut the fuck up.
I like this trend. I hope it continues.

jaredgeller:

jacob:

It seems like the most recent trend in web design is to figure out exactly what you want to say, find an excellent photo of who you’re talking about and otherwise shut the fuck up.

I like this trend. I hope it continues.

meghanagain:

The Internet is all, “let me start this term paper by defining a word and then telling you why that definition undermines your initial assumptions about what I’m writing about here.”

Then the Internet is all, “And in conclusion, as we have seen…”

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (p. 91)

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Everything a writer could need

bobulate:

George Bernard Shaw’s office, a hideout that allowed him privacy since, “People bother me,” Shaw confessed. “I came here to hide from them.”

He liked journeying forth to his office. It allowed his wife to tell callers he was “out”. This writing hut, sometimes referred to as a “summer house”, sometimes mistaken for a tool shed, took him a good minute or two to reach after he stepped from the veranda at the back of the house (“my Riviera”). In some ways, the sanctuary resembled Doctor Who’s flying police phone box: smaller-looking outside than within. And it gave the illusion of flying round the world since, with a couple of hefty shoves morning and afternoon, it could be made to revolve and follow the sun. And who would have guessed it contained so much technology? There was an electric heater, a typewriter, a bunk for Napoleonic naps and a telephone to the house which could be used for emergencies such as lunch: surely everything a writer could need.

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langer:

I was waiting in line at the café this morning when this photograph on the cover of the New York Times caught my eye. It was arresting. And devastating.
I don’t know how long I stared at it; I was still uncaffeinated and still kind of feeling the previous night’s vodka and in this sort of daze that threatened to turn emotional at any moment. Another patron asked if I was waiting in line. I told her I wasn’t; I needed to keep staring.
What a terrible thing we did over there. What a terrible thing that we chose to stop talking about it, that we chose to forget about it.

langer:

I was waiting in line at the café this morning when this photograph on the cover of the New York Times caught my eye. It was arresting. And devastating.

I don’t know how long I stared at it; I was still uncaffeinated and still kind of feeling the previous night’s vodka and in this sort of daze that threatened to turn emotional at any moment. Another patron asked if I was waiting in line. I told her I wasn’t; I needed to keep staring.

What a terrible thing we did over there. What a terrible thing that we chose to stop talking about it, that we chose to forget about it.

abandapart:

Letters of Note: Holden Caulfield is unactable

daveholmes:

Can we make this guy the president of everything?

When learning something new, many students will think, ‘Damn, this is hard for me. I wonder if I am stupid.’ Because stupidity is such an unthinkably terrible thing in our culture, the students will then spend hours constructing arguments that explain why they are intelligent yet are having difficulties. The moment you start down this path, you have lost your focus.

Aaron Hillegass’s Cocoa Programming for Mac OS X

Some things are just, well, hard.

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nevver:

Needs for 2010,  Alex Katz

nevver:

Needs for 2010, Alex Katz