June 2008
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May 2008
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http://ontheinside.info/
I’ve been checking this site / blog for awhile and I have to say, I dig it quite a bit. Give it a whirl if you want some inside opinions and suggestions by people in the know in NYC, BK, and the surrounding areas.
Art supplies, music venues, great restaurants. Secret hang outs, places to take a nap, whatever. An intuitively categorized and highly useful site.
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Sorry, but your soul just died - Tom Wolfe →
littlekhole:
I think my brain just exploded but…From neuroscience to Nietzsche. A sobering look at how man may perceive himself in the future, particularly as ideas about genetic predeterminism takes the place of dying Darwinism.
I’m trying to compose my thoughts on Wolfe’s 1996 article, but I’m not even sure where to begin. Since I just finished it, I may as well begin...
Sure, this person looks like a callow child freakosaurus. But, this is probably a letter I could have crafted at some point in my life. Maybe when I was 13, maybe like, tomorrow. I know the curse of innocent, self-tarnishing honesty. Poor kid.
You’re either a dufus, a dick, or unremarkable. You can’t really win in this world, Jonathan. Just do your thing. Whoever...
In my mind there are many things. Tiny things. Little things wearing tap-dance shoes and applying lipstick in other people’s armpits. All of them seem to act without restriction, knocking over grandfather clocks, pulling the tails of cats - etc.
I don’t know what to do with them anymore..
If you can’t beat’em, let them into the world. Let everyone else try.
Hot Tea
i would like to welcome you into my heart. i would like to ask that you kindly wipe your feet before coming inside. would you enjoy something to drink? do you like hot tea? i have peppermint, green, peach teas. if you would like i can head downstairs and across the street. the man at the deli keeps a tall glass jar filled with different flavors of tea, homemade, in grey bags on the countertop....
lobsty
Martin, I’m writing this letter to tell you how I feel. We’ve been married for a very long time. Maybe too long. But that’s not to say that together, we haven’t had some great memories. I remember leaving the hotel with you, after we had gotten married. You had a suitcase full of rubber fingers. (I still don’t think your returns on those terrible things are going to...
I think I’ve made a decision.
I’ve decided what I shall consider my “favorite cereal.” My favorite cereal, from this day forward, is:
Raisin Bran.
If you don’t like it, then you’re an asshole. No, really.
No one, not a single person, since the guy who decided it was kinda okay to squeeze cow nips and drink the milk, has hatched a scheme half as...
Athletic fish? →
If only I could teach Tony to do this. Without involving any sort of sporty overtones. And out of water. Tony, please make me cereal? Coffee, black. Thanks.
I’m gonna wine you.
Dine you.
Porcupine you.
You meet someone on your way to some place or around your desk at work. You meet someone else when you go out on the town. Another through another. You collect the insects of friendship with their little wings and fill up your mason jars and then you clean the windows. You sit down on your brown leather couch and you put up your feet, turn the jar over in your hands and examine. they’ve got...
Listen
The kids are talking. →
Oh god, I’m like, so famous. The message boards are blowing up. Zingooo!
