no i am not getting married.
hi if you live in rhode island specifically providence and have suggestions on event spaces for things like WEDDINGS like aren’t too astronomical and are still kind of cool and not something that someone could have already found on google and could fit about 50 people then you can tell me about them. okay, thanks.
If his four-year-old daughter gets sick again, Chris Gorski will take a drastic step. He will collect some of his own stool, strain it, and then transfer it into his daughter’s body. This procedure — known as a fecal transplant — has been shown to help people like Chris’s daughter Maya. Meanwhile, other patients and scientists hope that this bizarre transplant might work as medicine for a range of diseases, from asthma to MS.
The Poop Outlaws: At-Home Fecal Transplants to Cure Disease (via theatlantic)
poop, okay.
1994 is when we all had this same look. Everyone who was fifteen or sixteen - we were just trying to wear anything that wasn’t preppy. Skater meets grunge meets old grandpa clothes meets I have no idea where this Nine Inch Nails t-shirt even came from. I didn’t even like them enough to…
I am about 90% certain i was wearing my younger brothers size XXL Stussy teeshirt the night i lost my virginity. I ONCE BOUGHT MY CLOTHES FROM A THRIFT STORE THAT LET YOU PACK AS MUCH AS YOU COULD INTO A LARGE BROWN GROCERY STORE BAG AND THEN PAY $5 FOR IT. Which explains the Air Force Academy and AT&T ringer tees I still occasionally sleep in. Also some kids soccer jersey from a youth league in north carolina.
all of these things are so gross we’ll never talk about it again. Goddammit, grunge.
hello web.
awwww yeah guess who’s back sitting at a desk wearing real pants you guys.
everything light touches belongs to me
tumblr! its almost like i forgot about you! i have so much to tell you, liek the last episode of “the First 48” i just watched and how I had three glasses of alcohol at the white house last night after showing up in a drowned rat state.
that’s about it.
fashion
I hope I dress exactly like Meryl Streep when I’m older. Lots of caftans and expensive glasses and giant turquoise necklaces of things like, Zuni bears and shit. I cannot wait.
Back in 2003, there were a couple of things I thought I’d never get tired of: one of them was listening to Steve Earle. The other was hating George W. Bush. But that was before Earle’s music got increasingly, stridently political and musically sort of dull, and before Bush got re-elected and spent another four seemingly endless years doing his best to destroy America.
Bush is gone now, and I haven’t paid more than slight attention to Steve Earle since his Jerusalem album, a record I loved at the time but haven’t listened to in probably five years. I was pleasantly surprised by his newest effort, I’ll Never Get Out Of This World Alive, which, despite its faults, is seemingly his best effort in some time.
“Little Emperor” then, strikes a weird sort of double-nostalgia for me: the first for a time when I listened to a lot of rootsy singer-songwriter type music, the sort of stuff that Paste magazine seemed designed to cover: not quite country enough for No Depression, not indie enough for Magnet, and not really pop enough to appeal to a mass audience—a weird kind of no-man’s land; and secondly for that period of time when America was really ramping up to go into Iraq, when it was squandering every bit of goodwill the rest of the world extended to it in the wake of 9/11, when we as a nation were at the absolute height of our arrogance, and scared shitless, and determined to root out and decry any dissenting viewpoints.
The song is a pretty straightforward kiss-off to the former President that, in spite of its fairly venomous lyrics, comes off as loose and gleeful: the Little Emperor is gone, and we’re giving him a final fuck you as he shuffles off into the sunset. And it makes me remember how much focus I had back then. All I had to do was look at what the White House was saying, and I knew where I stood—in direct opposition. The Bush administration was my North Star: I always knew my destination based on their position. And it was fun, frankly, back then, to have such an obvious enemy, such an easy target, and songs like this, which let me know I had allies out there in the world.
Holy Jesus
the episode of Monk where Willie Nelson guest stars is revelatory. So amazing.
My wife went to Fair Oaks Mall and discovered that time had stopped. (Taken with instagram)
she went ahead and picked up a Family Guy pendant, some slap bracelets and a penis mug for you, i assume.
i am an easy mark
J. tells me of the halloween costume “German Cain” and his NEIN NEIN NEIN plan, i pee my pants a little.
there is so much HGTV in the world oh my god
If no one has coined the term “facebook jawline” before today, I am super self impressed. Pat on the back, me.
In other things I am doing: not showering. Look at this fatbot.
Other than the obvious … what could this be?
A. Jamaican Jerk Chicken restaurant.
B. No .. it’s totally a place where hand jobs are given out.
Ben.
Josh has the most awesome teeshirt lying around here somewhere that says “The Jerk Factory” and then has a stick figure with a sign pointing to it that says “you.”
It’s where his people come from.
(Source: pi4nobl4ck)
