Cat dress cat
5/30/2011
5/27/2011
Mariah Carey Bling Blaww Wow
"All up in the blogs / sayin we met at the bar / when I don't even know who you are"
MARIAH CAREY ft GUCCI MANE - OBSESSED RMX
5/23/2011
Just Kids
"We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world. There were temptations and witches and demons we never dreamed of and there was splendor we only partially imagined."
first image: Norman Seeff of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorp / second and third images: sources unknown / text by Patti Smith in Just Kids
5/21/2011
Fuck G, Believe in Yourself
T-Minus 2 hours until the Rapture, and I thought I'd go out in style. See y'all for the looting and debauchery. I've got a feeling I'll make it another 5 months!!
5/17/2011
New York was the Nowhere
Favorite New York Quotes, Volume XXIII
"New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost, not only in the city, but within himself as well. Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, salutary emptiness within. The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it kept changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long. Motion was of the essence, the act of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing himself to follow the drift of his own body. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere. New York was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he has no intention of ever leaving it again."
Paul Auster in City of Glass
"New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost, not only in the city, but within himself as well. Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, salutary emptiness within. The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it kept changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long. Motion was of the essence, the act of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing himself to follow the drift of his own body. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere. New York was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he has no intention of ever leaving it again."
Paul Auster in City of Glass
5/13/2011
New Realization
I'm a teenage boy. My two primary hobbies are:
1. listening to bad, mainstream hip hop (Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Odd Future...I could go on)
2. watching the NBA (and playing NBA Jam on my iPad)
In reality, I'm a twenty-six year old lady who loves boys, wears heels, and thinks obsessively about make-up. But I feel like this teenage boy thing may compose about 50% of my personality. "I'm a fuckin', walkin' paradox. No, I'm not."
1. listening to bad, mainstream hip hop (Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Odd Future...I could go on)
2. watching the NBA (and playing NBA Jam on my iPad)
In reality, I'm a twenty-six year old lady who loves boys, wears heels, and thinks obsessively about make-up. But I feel like this teenage boy thing may compose about 50% of my personality. "I'm a fuckin', walkin' paradox. No, I'm not."
5/09/2011
14%
MONDAY FUN FACT!!!
"According to the Pew Research Center's Internet & American Life Project, approximately fourteen percent of women who are online in the U.S. write blogs."
I can't really decide if this seems like a lot or a little. I'm more interested to know what defines a "woman" here. If we're talking 18 and younger then I'm calling bullshit on this number.
In related news, I can distinctly remember the moment I heard the word "blog" for the first time, and I'd already been online for many years. I think I may be over the hill in Internet years.
"According to the Pew Research Center's Internet & American Life Project, approximately fourteen percent of women who are online in the U.S. write blogs."
I can't really decide if this seems like a lot or a little. I'm more interested to know what defines a "woman" here. If we're talking 18 and younger then I'm calling bullshit on this number.
In related news, I can distinctly remember the moment I heard the word "blog" for the first time, and I'd already been online for many years. I think I may be over the hill in Internet years.
Wound-colored Under the March Sunset
Favorite New York Quotes, Volume XXII
“Certain pills are literally bitter. When I’d finished my drink from the back seat’s bar, I still tasted the Xanax on the back of my tongue. The adrenaline’s ebb had left me very tired. We broke out of the tall buildings near the water. I watched the Manhattan Bridge pass. The late sun came into view. It hung to our right, red. We both looked at the water as were driven past. The sheet of its surface was wound-colored under the March sunset.”
David Foster Wallace in Girl With The Curious Hair
“Certain pills are literally bitter. When I’d finished my drink from the back seat’s bar, I still tasted the Xanax on the back of my tongue. The adrenaline’s ebb had left me very tired. We broke out of the tall buildings near the water. I watched the Manhattan Bridge pass. The late sun came into view. It hung to our right, red. We both looked at the water as were driven past. The sheet of its surface was wound-colored under the March sunset.”
David Foster Wallace in Girl With The Curious Hair
5/01/2011
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