Mom: What's Hipstamatic and Instagram, I keep seeing them all over Facebook.
Me: Why... Do you want it?
Mom: I don't know, what is it?
Me: They're photo apps for smartphones and the like.
Me: You want it...!
Mom: No... just... well... Justin sent a picture of the puppy with a toy I mailed up, and it had a cute description with it. And he mailed me [I think it was vitamins or something], so I want to send a vintage-looking picture back the same way, with a description!
Zombies: There Is No Miami Zombie Apocalypse, Just... →
covenesque: i am so glad lindy west is writing for the POS site now. guys, chill with it.
Just landed in Austin.
I got tingly and dizzy and started blacking out about an hour before landing. Apple juice and a rubber glove filled with ice is a pretty magical offering from a flight attendant in such a situation. I melted that sucker in about 20 minutes, so… Pretty sure I’ve got a fever. Also, SO many people on my flight very obviously coming to town for Chaos in Tejas festival this weekend. ...
Me: My right tonsil and nostril are sick.
Me: I'm sick on the right.
Me: I shouldn't fly tonight.
A year ago in three parts.
I was pretty hungover the morning Peter first called me. [[MORE]]We had been in touch through Tumblr about cameras and bikes; he offered to lend me one of the latter for my stay in Brooklyn during last year’s skee-ball championships. I’m in a converted warehouse in Williamsburg, curled up on a small mat on my friend’s floor below an unforgiving skylight; getting repeatedly...
Step 220: Make a document with the info you need...
adulting: This tip is courtesy of brilliant little sister Olivia: Olivia: KELLY CAN I SUGGEST A STEP THAT I THINK OF EVERY TIME BUT THEN KICK MYSELF FOR NOT DOING?? Me: YES OF COURSE Olivia: Keep a text or word document that is not your resume, but has the name of your manager and the contact info of previous employers, and maybe the dates you lived at certain addresses. Just basically the info...
gatsby: hey i just met you
gatsby: and this is crazy
gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
gatsby: so call me maybe
romeo: hey i just met you.
romeo: and this is crazy.
romeo: but i saw you at your dads party that i wasn't supposed to attend and i thought you were pretty cute so i followed you and we kissed but then your nanny called you away and i found out you were a capulet and got bummed so i snuck into your back yard in the middle of the night and climbed your balcony uninvited to profess my undying love after an hour even though i wanted to bone rosaline like two scenes ago.
romeo: so marry me maybe.
The Winter Ring - Carry On Demo →
pww: This demo is my brother’s first release in awhile, and the songs are excruciatingly beautiful. (heavy emphasis) excellent. Here you may download it freely. Do so now if you would. And if you find the songs nest in your ears, draw out strange-familiar feeling and pull against that lead weight in your chest, then do share them with others. Peter, his brother Sam, Greg and Rachel have been...
Figurative translation of job descriptions.
Job description: We're [company name that could be in any industry] and we're exciting and stable.
Job description: We're looking for someone who can do all of the things you know how to do and all of the things you want to do, and there is room for growth in this role!
The job description: Here's a nebulous boilerplate that barely touches on just what it is we are actually about. Check out our site to learn more about us.
Their website: Surprise, we're in finance! -or- Surprise, we're all about beauty and fashion.
The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years...– Muhammad Ali (via nedhepburn)
Adam: Marisa, you're THIRTY now. So crazy. But I don't feel like we're aging. Like, some people are starting to look rough, but--
Me: Pretty sure drugs, tanning and a regular diet of oversalted bar foods have to do with that.
My brother Jason: Wanna meet up?
Jason: Greenwood Cemetery [where grandparents and other relatives are]. It's not too far from either of us.
Me: It's going to be almost two hours.
Jason: What? Why?
Me: I'm not ready to head right out the door, and to get there I'd have to go into Manhattan on the L, back into southwest Brooklyn on the Q, and transfer to go further south on the R. And leave more time in case I screw up... but at minimum, it's still over an hour, and I'm not up for a 50-minute bike ride alone through unfamiliar territory.
Peter left his bike in Chelsea, so he rode my bike...
Me: No cars coming up.
Peter: Two bumps coming up.
Me: There's a car hauling ass but they're going around us. And... another car, doing the same.
Peter: Two bumps followed by two more.
Me: Ok... no more cars and lots of red lights behind us.
Peter: That's what I like to hear. Turning to your left.
Me [as we pass people emerging from a train station stairwell]: we just made a bunch of peoples' night.
Peter [arriving back home]: We shouldn't make a habit of that.
Me [unbuckling helmet]: Yeahhhh... but that was fun. I trust your biking.
Peter: And you have a good sense of balance, which helps a lot.
Me: It's gonna be so cool when we have a tandem bike.