December 2009
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a chat with my decour consultant
Jaime: http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/fuo/1531313097.html
me: hahaa
Jaime: who died?
me: seriously that one is out of hand
Jaime: someone who lived for garish o'clock
and then died
me: like...80's music video props-a-go-go
Jaime: oh mann
http: //detroit.craigslist.org/okl/fuo/1531284444.html
LOOM
YOU SHOULD GO GET IT
CAPS LOCK FOR LYFE
me: coffee tables are sort of a polarizing item, I'm noticing
LOOM LARGE
Jaime: you know that motherfucker just found the internet
“Free couch, oak coffee table w/ matching end table, Oak desk, dresser and one...”
– seen on Craig’s List Detroit - free one night stand! JUST COME PICK IT UP!
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home again...
and only trace evidence that I was ever gone, including:
- 7 postcards from friends (thank you, friends)
- shower maintenance performed by my adorable landlord
- two overdue power bills
- a solid ground-covering of snow
- a working dishwasher
- two cloves of sprouting garlic
- a missing hammer (I suspect the adorable landlord)
what remains:
- living room covered in piles of media...
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Brutalics
I hate the way my mother uses the word “dreaming.” She retired recently, and now her online status message is often “dreaming,” which I understand to mean, “dreaming of the new life I will have now that I am not consumed by my soul-killing job.” It makes me angry, because she should have been dreaming all along; now is the time for action, quick, before you reach the time for dying. Why retire at...
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I'll take story.
“So I looked with fascination at the people in their mobes, and tried to fathom what it would be like. Thousands of years ago, the work that people did had been broken down into jobs that were the same every day, in organizations where people were interchangeable parts. All of the story had bled out of their lives. That was how it had to be; it was how you got a productive economy. But it...
Watch“An Italian singer wrote this song with gibberish to sound like English. If you’ve ever wondered what other people think Americans sound like, this is it.”
um. this keeps making my day, over and over again.
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KleinReid →
my growing obsession with ceramics took a dangerous turn at the KleinReid sample sale going on downstairs today.
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“Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave
this...”
– (via filthygorgeousthings) (via 405)
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Special Vicitms
In addition to the perpetual ghost of moisture, the Southern air was imbued with a palpable stickiness. At the end of day’s drive through it, Della could feel traces of it on her skin, clothes, the steering wheel, and the car’s interior where she rested her left arm against the mostly-open window. Her air conditioner had quit back in Tennessee, so the only relief was an open window, a method...
“I think there was a trade-off somewhere along the line. I think the price we...”
– Life After God, Douglas Coupland
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Advertising
It was a cold day, but sunny, and the disease was basically gone from his face. The way life had been going lately, a little sunshine and a basically disease-free face added up to the best morning in recent memory. Although, Clay had noticed the diseaseface was good for spanging. One glance at it and people reached for their pockets, dropping change like paying toll on never having to look or...
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Maria Bamford Xmas Special →
can’t hear it at work, so I’m saving this for later, but I’m gonna go ahead and assume this is awesome.
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Confrontation
I didn’t realize until after I’d gotten on that the elevator was on its way up, not down. There was one man in there who looked at me like I was an idiot as we rode up a floor together, where he got off. On the way back down the elevator stopped again at my floor and the doors opened. I got on the elevator.
“Oh…hi,” I said to myself.
“How’s it...
“Because the objects of our attachment are transient, their loss is inevitable,...”
– The Four Noble Truths, Buddha
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