February 2010
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“Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of...”
– Frederic Chopin (via dominilucy) (via ericmortensen)
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A True Story (from 2 months ago)
therealkatiewest:
I was sitting in the bathroom at work. I do that a lot. It’s like taking a break, so I act like I have to go all the time. My co-workers probably think I have an overactive bladder, but truthfully, I’m not even sure they notice when I’m not there, or when I’m not. All I do is listen to my iPod, file files, highlight things, and emboss stickers. I make 12 dollars an hour...
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Mystery Science Theater 3000 remake
hungryforstrays:
except with people of tumblr commenting on The Grammys.
I’d watch.
Do it.
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“Write drunk; edit sober.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via daughterofthewillowtrees) (via andthegiantpeach) (via yerawizardharry) (via sugarspun) (via freckledivories)
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coming & crying with LOU!
meaghano:
I really love Part 4 in our Kickstarter Series of Interviews With the Invariably Awesome People Contributing Writing or Photography to Coming and Crying. I gchatted the night away with Lou Noble, fellow Tumblr & swoonworthy photog, about internetting, Making Stuff, and, erm, nudity:
meaghan: What about n00dz? I know you have a sort of complicated view of that. You don’t want to...
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AXE COP! →
skinnyghost:
This is so amazing.
okayfine:
29-yr old illustrator draws his 5-yr old brother’s comic. Pretty hilarious.
Best. Comic. Evar.
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“In early January a friend mentioned that his New Year’s resolution was to beat...”
– Begley, “The Depressing News About Antidepressants” (via newsweek)
And again, please read The Truth About Drug Companies
Drug companies understand that most drugs help 1/3 of people, don’t do anything for 1/3 of people, and harm 1/3 of people. But the cost and time required to get FDA approval...
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Conan O'brien shares common link with... →
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January 2010
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“Lord help my poor soul.”
– Last words of Edgar Allan Poe (via somethingintellectual)
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Bob Dylan, Master of Words...
Playboy: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
Playboy: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
Bob Dylan: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.