Armstrong & Miller - “Sacrifice the Weatherman”
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Armstrong & Miller - “Sacrifice the Weatherman”
This guy got a tattoo of a notepad, something I might do someday, and takes pictures of what he writes on it to put on his flickr.
Fell asleep reading and had the weirdest dream. It was part documentary, part narrative, and the narrator was a girl, and the dream ended when she said, “Today was good, except for when my mother fired a loaded shotgun into my head. The weirdest thing was, my mother wasn’t even home.”
People stand on a section of the Berlin Wall at Potsdamer Platz which was opened up on the morning of November 11th, 1989. (John Tlumacki/Boston Globe)
A beautiful moment in history.
If I could have chosen my gender before I was born, I would have chosen to be a boy.
Here is some 50s propaganda for you. An educational video, Duck and Cover, about atomic bomb testing.
Shit’s fucked up.
I don’t feel like I really belong at college. It used to bother me, but now I pretend to have this filter where I pick and choose what I like and what I don’t like. I don’t really like having information shoved down my throat on a regular basis. I don’t like intellectual masturbation. I don’t really like that raging parties are the pinnacle of fun. I don’t like random hookups. I don’t like seeing people all of the time, and most of all, I don’t like that I can’t choose when people see me. I can’t just show them the good days. They see everything, and I see everything, and my pretend filter stops working because there is so much of everything. But something is missing.
I want something.
If I ever have a turtle, I am going to name it Saddest Turtle.
Nooooo. All of my girlish hopes and dreams have been shattered.
Overheard on the Subway, Some Girl With Pigtails, paraphrased:
“So, like, I was wondering what I was going to be for Halloween. And I was talking to Craig. And I was like, ‘Craig, what should I be for Halloween?’ And he was like, ‘You should be you for Halloween.’ And I was like, ‘So, cute little slut.’”
simulacrum - a copy for which there is no original.
THIS ENRAGES ME. PROBABLY MORE THAN IT SHOULD.
Our collective and individual futures are scary and uncertain, and there’s something kind of wonderful about that.
