“Man that was weird. I just wrote an extremely detailed comment but after I clicked send my comment didn’t show up. Hmmm… well I’m not typing all that again. Anyways, just wanted to say fantastic blog!” — And it would be so much more convincing if you didn’t submit it 16 times in three slightly different wordings, all to the same post.
Seems to me he should protect his family before hunting and shooting them, but I’ve never really understood Republicans’ stand on gun rights, so that could just be me.
(via summersumz)
I doubt that estimate includes time for vomiting and wailing in disgust.
“Failure of nerve,” my father had once said, the words hard, soothing candy in his mouth.
“That’s a good phrase for it,” I said.
“I didn’t make it up.”
“No, but it’s still good. I usually just tell myself I’m a pussy.”
“Me too,” said Daddy Miner.
I knew I was in the vicinity of a serious lesson, if not about how to live life, then at least how to put some poetry into your craven retreat from it.
- Home Land by Sam Lipsyte
via @DJNoRequest
(Source: sonofbaldwin, via redjeep)
Loving this urgent, mournful, noisy record. Free stream on NPR.
Even the trains in italy are beautifully designed.