I’M DRIVING DOWN HIGHWAY 40 IN MY BIG OLD PICKUP TRUCK
I USED TO LISTEN TO ONLY BRAK EXCLUSIVELY!!!!
(1,965 plays)another living room cover song…poorly recorded….enjoy?
Stop What You’re Doing And Watch The Hell Out Of This of the Day: Desperate to disprove the myth that New Yorkers are unfriendly, comedian Mark Malkoff does what any sensible crazy person would do: He spends two days attempting to pursade complete stangers to help him get from one side of Manhattan to the other — by carrying him the entire way.
Spoiler Alert: Lots of cocoa.
[thanks mark!]
well there’s my smile for the day :D
New York City is one of the most friendly places in the world, I don’t care what anyone says. I was struggling up some subway stairs with my luggage at the end of my apprenticeship at vimeo when two big guys grabbed a bag each, and an old lady, less than 5’ tall, grabbed my huge suitcase and hoisted it up the stairs like it was nothing. I walked up the stairs empty handed and got a pat on the back from each one before they set off again.
New Yorkers may knock you down in the bustle, but they will always be the first ones to pick you back up.
This is lovely.
Last Minute Late Night Thought
While I find it unfair to compare myself to David (not to swell his ego, but he creates some amazing things), I do find it fair to see the breadth of someone’s work thus far in school and judge my feelings reguarding my own work based on their feelings of theirs.
If that made any sense.
Basically, I want to be more proud of what I’ve done, but there are two underlying currents saying that I’m not good enough to be happy with anything I make, and that the things my major allows me to create aren’t things I want to have in my portfolio. The second one isn’t as true, because I can make things fit me; it’s unreasonable to wish I’d made more models when I’m not an architecture major.
Lots and lots of mixed feelings. It’s the norm and I’m used to it. I just want to be happier with what I’m producing, and proud to show it to someone. I don’t like looking through my portfolio.
shydrew asked: do you have a secret tumblr?
Let’s see. I have one that I started for just photography but bailed on. I have one that’s only used to be a feed for a portfolio website. I have a group family tumblr that everyone forgot about, and I have a secret group tumblr with a few of my friends called VFC. But a secret identity? Nope. Did you find someone who you think is me!?
Zap Mama - Mupepe
Some of my favourite working/drawing music
(36 plays)Model Diaries. featuring Mr. Mohr.
(via lanatee)
I want to be his friend. And love him from afar for many years.
FURTHERMORE
why the fuck hasn’t anyone on my dashboard been talking about Howard Zinn?
he died 2 days ago and there has NOT BEEN ONE mention of him from anyone.
i think i’m following the wrong people. thank god i talk to booksellers IRL.
May I point out that you hadn’t mentioned him either, mr. judgey judge.
Now that Salinger is dead,
I wonder if Hollywood will win and get the rights to adapt his books into films. I am hoping that his son respects Salinger’s wishes and never sells the rights.
Because I could see Hollywood giving the role of Holden to someone like Zac Efron or Robert McFootface Pattinson.
I’d kill myself.
honestly, i wouldn’t mind if catcher in the rye was made into a movie. i mean, even if it’s SO far from whatever it should be…the BOOK will STILL be amazing. if anything the movie being terrible would just reinforce the glory that is Salinger’s writing
No. Leave it.
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You go to a dance where a new pop song is playing, and for the rest of your life hearing that song triggers the same emotion. It comes on the radio, and you think, That’s when things were truly fine. You want to hear it again and again. You have become addicted.Youth culture acquires its poignancy through time, and so thoroughly that you can barely see what it is in itself. It’s just, permanently, “your song,” your story. When people who grew up in the nineteen-fifties give “The Catcher in the Rye” to their kids, it’s like showing them an old photo album: That’s me.
It isn’t, of course. Maybe, in fact, the nostalgia of youth culture is completely spurious. Maybe it invites you to indulge in bittersweet memories of a childhood you never had, an idyll of Beach Boys songs and cheeseburgers and convertibles and teen-age crushes which has been constructed by pop songs and television shows and movies, and bears very little relation to any experience of your own. But, whether or not the emotion is spurious, people have it. It is the romantic certainty, which all these books seduce you with, that somehow, somewhere, something was taken away from you, and you cannot get it back. Once, you did ride a carrousel. It seemed as though it would last forever.
"Louis Menand on The Catcher in the Rye for The New Yorker. (via meaghano)
RIP J. D. Salinger
BFF
This Argentine boy was worth it :)
We were both using translators to talk and we failed miserably; the conversation became a game of charades.
Other than his obvious charm, he said what little Spanish I know was good, AND he said I should be a model. We’re basically best friends.
While searching for a pre 1800 int. space
I was on chatroulette, talking to some nice girls, but when I didn’t know the answer to some sports question some dude was like “that’s ‘cause he’s a faggot” and they both yelled at him and said “YOU’RE RUDE” but he hit disconnect. Bummer.
