That sounds kind of creepy.
“I’m slipping into my pa jay jays.”
All this fucking around on the Internet is the opportunity cost of doing some truly epic shit.
GmailFeb8
That sounds kind of creepy.
“I’m slipping into my pa jay jays.”
Haven’t we ever had a presentiment in the night, of expansion and contraction, wind stretching itself through leaves, an icicle fall, or the sound the air makes as it settles on the dust. And who’s to say that our life hasn’t led up to this barely noticed—barely created!—sound, the sound of a feeling. (themondegreen)
Feb7
For if I possessed the virtue of humility, the most beautiful of all the virtues perhaps, I should not be in this miserable state of inadequacy.
Low
“Violent Past”
The chord progression is as familiar as causality. It holds up as easily under different interpretations. Wait, before I get all lyrical and retardo-philosophical, let me say in bold: LISTEN TO THIS SONG. I’m putting this song on a mix for someone. How did I discover it? Well, I was listening to the Daytrotter version of “Breaker,” and then Drums and Guns comes after Daytrotter so… Drums and Guns is one of the very greatest albums we have in existence today. How did everyone forget about it?
Feb6
When you combine the two in large quantities, it’s purely awesome.
In my book, I spent a lot of time figuring out specific ways to measure careers against each other, eventually coming to this conclusion: I’d rather have four or five phenomenal years from Player A than 15 very good years from Player B. Well, I’d take 1999-2001 Warner over any three-year incarnation of Favre in his prime, and I’d take 2008-2009 Warner over any two-year incarnation of Favre after his prime. No contest.
But let’s say you could start a team with either of them. If I offered you nearly two full decades of Favre (a top-5 quarterback from 1993 to 2002 and a better-than-average quarterback from 2003 through 2009) or 11 up-and-down years from Warner (better peaks in 1999-2001 and 2007-2009, plus a higher playoff ceiling, but nothing else) … you’d take Favre. You would. Warner wins the “higher ceiling” and “better teammate” arguments, and that’s it.
When a writer doesn’t show his face, he becomes a local symptom of God’s famous reluctance to appear.
Don DeLillo (via superfluidity)
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