June 2010
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May 2010
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i think i just learned all i ever need to know about south dakota:
- there’s a town called iron lightning
- there’s a town called thunder butte.
the end.
(via upsider):
pouring sand down a tube might be too hard for bp? bill nye could do it while blindfolded with his bow tie. i don’t really know why he isn’t just in charge of everything on earth.
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is currently the ninth most popular google search on earth right now. it’s in the india times. because humanity as a whole definitely has its priorities in order.
“Living here is an accomplishment of some kind,” said one of the guests, a young woman who recently graduated from N.Y.U. and considered moving to Kensington before deciding she just couldn’t leave the island. “It says something about my ability to navigate the world, and exist in a competitive, elite, special place.”
Her grandfather, she said, lived in Greenwich Village “above a Laundromat where he shared a bed with his brother.” He was always proud that he wasn’t in Brooklyn, and so now is she. “People live in Brooklyn because it’s cheaper. It’s not a money thing or a class thing, but it’s sort of admitting defeat—an inability to be in New York,” she said. “Living in Manhattan presents an interesting challenge: to always be confronted by people who have really won.”
BroBos In Paradise [The New York Observer]
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finally, the satisfying conclusion to the saga that started with “captain america arrested with burrito in pants.”
a good thing: apparently there’s a bike repair vending machine on south 6th? a pretty great idea, except it’s probably enabling drunk idiots who’ve already gotten a flat running over their own dropped beer bottle to patch up and keep weaving home. oh, williamsburg, at least sometimes you’re funny. aaanyway, good thing someone in my likely future home also had that lightbulb go off over their head.
a bad thing: stephen and i were flipping through the channels in the computer lab (ie. the living room with our computers on our laps) and we stopped on judge judy berating two manhattan messenger douches fighting over whether the one with the greasy mohawk bangs and throat tattoos stole the one with the droopy stretched ears’ $3000 bike. when jj asked why their bikes were so expensive, one replied, “well, they’re fast bikes…” yeah? they must be, because y’all are clearly too useless to do much of anything for yourselves, let alone make a fucking bicycle move. sigh. so now trashy daytime “reality” television is poised to take the ironically cool position from top 40 dance hits?
(via deadwriters):
is that too misleading a title? sorry. it’s still pretty awesome, even if there aren’t any undead actually involved.