The Weasel, Twelve Monkeys And The Shrub Seven Days In The Life Of The Late, Great John McCain by David Foster Wallace (April 13, 2000) Well worth re-reading. The glossary is at the end.
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A sturdy lad from New Hampshire or Vermont, who in turn tries all the professions, who teams it, farms it, peddles, keeps a school, preaches, edits a newspaper, goes to Congress, buys a township, and so forth, in successive years, and always, like a cat, falls on his feet, is worth a hundred of these city dolls.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson “Self-Reliance,” 1841
(↝via bruce s in the atlantic)
Harry Palmer, no?
VERY FUNNY, JEB.
ps- ry i later learned that the particular grown-ass adults playing beerpong from that txt were the kickball commish and some of his cronies. i hope this comment doesn’t make a vein explode in your mind.
oh so that was you?
finn, what position do you play?
usually shortstop or right field.
Computer Entertainment Thirty-Five Years From Today A solo spoken word performance by Bruce Sterling
DSA key randomart image
+--[ DSA 1024]----+ | .o= | | . o . | | o o . | | = + o . | | o S o + | | .Eo o . | | + oo . | | + . .o | | . .o. | +-----------------+
(↝via ssh-keygen)
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“Glamour queen Katie Price brought Chester city center to a standstill as hundreds turned out to see her,” reported The Chester Chronicle. “Staff were forced to shut the whole store as hundreds of people, mostly teenage girls, crowded around the entrance while queues stretched as far as Tesco on Frodsham Street.”
in case you thought it wasn’t actually checking to see if the world had ended, view source reveals:
<script type="text/javascript">
if (!(typeof worldHasEnded == "undefined")) {
document.write("YUP.");
} else {
document.write("NOPE.");
}
</script>
Why did you just tell me that?
Gotta give the MUNI folks props for telling it like it is.
(↝via torrez)
Crazy Moon Language
“With That Moon Language”
by Hāfez
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a
full moon in each eye that is
always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in
this world is
dying to
hear?
(↝via jessamyn)
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They can print statistics and count the populations in hundreds of thousands, but to each man a city consists of no more than a few streets, a few houses, a few people. Remove those few and a city exists no longer except as a pain in the memory, like the pain of an amputated leg no longer there.
—Graham Greene, Our Man In Havana
