January 2011
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Jan 31st
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Jan 28th
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Jan 28th
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And all of a sudden, you're out $49
I just changed my tumblr theme, folks. Old theme: Inspire Well. New theme: Savory (but you may notice the background image is the same. I’m kind of addicted to that wood, even though when I was using the old theme I used a different wood background. Is this sort of thing allowed? I’m guessing yes, and if not, who the F cares?) I know the last time I changed my theme was back in July,...
Jan 28th
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Jan 28th
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A Plea for a Raise by Jack Kennedy  →
I love that this letter from 10 year old JFK says “Chapter 1” at the top. Why Jack, why?
Jan 25th
Jan 25th
Second-Cheapest Syndrome
Well, here’s your excuse to order the cheapest bottle of wine on the menu. Oh, you’re welcome. mentalflossr: Ever order the second-cheapest wine on the menu while dining out? You don’t want to spend very much, but you also don’t want to look like a cheapskate ordering the cheapest bottle on the whole menu. Well, one in four diners do (in the UK, at least). In the marketing...
Jan 25th
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ListenYou Can’t Force A Dance Party, Dent May...
Jan 25th
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Jan 24th
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Jan 21st
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Jan 20th
Jan 19th
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ListenNo, Vivian Girls
Jan 19th
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Pates Tapes →
Can’t stop listening to this. This guy decided to start streaming his collection of mix tapes he’s created since 1977. So awesome. (Via MUG)
Jan 14th
Jan 14th
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Close Read: Holding Giffords’s Hand : The New... →
Definitely mandatory reading. This is beautiful and terribly sad. newyorker: peterwknox: This is a READING REQUIREMENT. Short, beautiful, touching, and tough. Thanks, Josh.
Jan 10th
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Jan 10th
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RIP Gonzalez y Gonzalez →
Jan 10th
“…Any picture’s improved if you draw a cigarette in it. There’s nothing...”
– Lynda Barry in the Paris Review. <3 her.
Jan 4th
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Here's to 2011
Burning the Old Year By Naomi Shihab Nye Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. Where there was something and suddenly isn’t, an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves...
Jan 3rd
Jan 3rd
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