hair cells

May 21

Refer to each other’s genitalia as the “means of production” and then refer to handjobs as “seizing the means of production”.

May 4

gregorysiff:

RIP Adam Yauch. (Taken with instagram)

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Apr 27

boniverotica:

This morning, after our passionate and tender lovemaking, Bon Iver brought me fresh-brewed coffee in a mug he’d carved out of the branch of a tree that fell in the wind. I sipped it while he hummed and assembled his ice-fishing gear.

bon ev-urr erotic-ah

Apr 19

“I have a question I want to ask you, Mr. President,” I venture, once I catch his attention.

“Sure,” the president says.

“Kanye or Jay-Z?”

The president smiles. “Jay-Z,” he says.

“Although I like Kanye,” Obama continues, with an easy smile. “He’s a Chicago guy. Smart. He’s very talented.” He is displaying his larger awareness of the question, looking relaxed, cerebral but friendly, alive to the moment, waiting for me to get to the heart of the matter.

“Even though you called him a jackass?,” I ask.

“He is a jackass,” Obama says, in his likable and perfectly balanced modern-professorial voice. “But he’s talented.” David Samuels, The Atlantic (via brooklynmutt)

Apr 16

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Apr 13

“

Someone in the crowd asks him about Trayvon Martin. There are instants throughout the show where an audience member will say something incendiary, and Lil B will acknowledge them and then cooly say, “Yeah, bruh,” moving on. Someone else yells, “Free Boosie!” B does not move on. “Just because I’m black, a motherfucker don’t got to be like ‘What do you think about Trayvon Martin?’” His cadence is suddenly, inflexibly clipped. “I don’t know, bruh. Everybody come to me, ask me. I’m a fan of Boosie but I don’t know what’s going on with him. I can’t say ‘free somebody’ if I don’t know. I don’t talk about anything I don’t know. I don’t give y’all information that I don’t know about. I’ve never been a gossip and that’s personal.”

He performs “The Age of Information,” a song about the strange, dark pull of technology and the internet. The second half of the beat is a gentle, loping keyboard riff, and B lingers over it for minutes. “Thank you all for spending your precious time from me,” he says, calmly. He sounds newly unfastened, airy now. “I don’t want you to take any inconsiderateness or from me. Only take the best parts of me, the best parts of my personality while I’m here on this earth. Don’t emphasize on the negative. That’s what I’m trying to learn to do, is not be so pissed off. This is the age of information. This is how we got here.”

” Brad Nelson went to Lil B’s performance at the New Museum last night. (via maura)

Apr 10

HILLARY HIT ON BILL IN THE LAW LIBRARY

Hillary Rodham Clinton: The first time I ever saw Bill Clinton, he was standing in the hallway outside the law library at Yale, which is this wonderful gothic structure, and he was surrounded by all of these fellow classmates who were trying to convince him to be on the Yale Law Journal
Bill Clinton: I said "look, I'm going home to Arkansas. I'm not gonna get a big Wall Street job, I'm not gonna go clerk on the Supreme Court, I'm going home to be a country lawyer"
HRC: And he was listening politely, but he was watching me because I was watching him. I was at this long table studying, and I finally thought "this is, you know, kind of silly"
BC: And finally she just put down the book she was reading and walked the entire length of the law library and walked up to me, and she said-
HRC: "If you're gonna keep looking at me and I'm gonna keep looking back, we at least ought to know each other. I'm Hillary Rodham-"
BC: "- and what's your name?" I couldn't believe it.

Apr 9

Mar 27

“It all comes back. Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one’s self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 AM of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook”

Mar 24

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