July 2010
27 posts
Embrace your past. It’s perfect.
– Jeff Koons, who creates weird, shiny, giant, stainless steel balloon animals
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Ratatat Remixes
Because I’m obsessed with these albums and because they’re kind of hard to find these days, I’ve uploaded the Ratatat Remixes Mixtapes for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!
Volume 1
01 intro (feat. brooklyn zoo) 02 beanie sigel & ODB - when you hear that 03 missy elliot - hot 04 raekwon - smith bros. 05 kanye west - get em high 06 g-unit - stunt 101 07 dizzee rascal - fix...
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Burning the Old Year
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space. I begin again...
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June 2010
28 posts
I’ve learned that people will forget what you say to them, people will forget...
– Maya Angelou (via lionofbedstuy)
Confession:
Once when I was at summer camp, I threw a toad in a girl named Margeaux’s shower.
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WARNING: Some content and most links NSFW.
There are not many things I hate. But I can confidently, and I mean with absolute confidence, say that I HATE HATE HATE American Apparel. I could write a term paper on this. A dissertation. An entire-fucking-cyclopedia. But I’ll try to keep it short. Plenty of other people have written very eloquent articles about this company’s...
First the balloon boy and now Gary Faulkner (would-be bounty hunter of Osama bin Laden)…. I’m starting to wonder whether Fort Collins will ever end up in the news for anything besides being a home to a bunch of weirdos.
… This is why the dead should stay dead and why in time the land lies...
– Richard Ford
My Neverending Luck
So apparently one of the common symptoms of SARDS is incontinence.
Wednesday wet the bed for the second time this week about an hour ago (approximately 4:30 a.m. MST). I immediately woke up and threw the sheets and comforter in the washer.. Came back to see what time it was. Hrm, no phone. Oh, because it was at the bottom of the washer with the bedsheets. Obviously.
Keep calm and carry on.
I live to like you and I can’t like you anymore. So when you get your heart...
– Pretty In Pink
Dear Tumblr,
I love the new grey/black dashboard interface. Thanks.
Sincerely, Debbie Downer