1. 09:46 22nd Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from rubyvroom

    rubyvroom:

    I was searching for a particular GIF in Google images and I found this entire endless wall of photos where people fed their babies a lemon and then photographed the results:

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    there’s something so cheerfully sadistic about this, it’s kind of fascinating

     
  2. 08:01

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    Sofi de la Torre, “Vermillion”

    RIYL: Say Lou Lou; “Habits (Stay High)” if it weren’t awful; Mandalay, who would write lines like “I love these streets, but they weren’t meant for me to walk”; the way you can walk under certain bridges at night and watch the lights turn the sky orange.

     
  3. 07:27

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    t33j:


"7.9 of out 10"

    t33j:

    "7.9 of out 10"

     
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    …1880?

    …1880?

    (Source: neilcicierega)

     
  5. 22:26 21st Jul 2014

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    grumpysalmon:

    grumpysalmon:

    the kindest discourse on all of the web is little children discussing how cool yoshi is on vids they make where he dances

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  6. 20:21

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    cordjefferson:

I talked to BuzzFeed for this important piece:

Get into the habit of talking to people and asking them questions about their life, and don’t do the thing where you zone out of conversations until it’s your turn to speak — actually listening to people and the world around you is like 35 percent of being a good writer. Don’t surround yourself only with other writers/journalists/media people; self-imposed insularity is the fastest way to smother your creativity. And don’t stress out about ingratiating yourself with The Media Scene. A lot of the parties suck.

And I talked to the New York Times for this important piece:

Mr. Jefferson identified a similar homogeneity at prestigious publications, whose mastheads he said were often dominated by “people whose backgrounds afforded them the opportunity to live in New York City and work for a pittance while they made their way up.” He added, “Our society loses a great many creatives who just can’t afford to create.”

    cordjefferson:

    I talked to BuzzFeed for this important piece:

    Get into the habit of talking to people and asking them questions about their life, and don’t do the thing where you zone out of conversations until it’s your turn to speak — actually listening to people and the world around you is like 35 percent of being a good writer. Don’t surround yourself only with other writers/journalists/media people; self-imposed insularity is the fastest way to smother your creativity. And don’t stress out about ingratiating yourself with The Media Scene. A lot of the parties suck.

    And I talked to the New York Times for this important piece:

    Mr. Jefferson identified a similar homogeneity at prestigious publications, whose mastheads he said were often dominated by “people whose backgrounds afforded them the opportunity to live in New York City and work for a pittance while they made their way up.” He added, “Our society loses a great many creatives who just can’t afford to create.”

     
  7. 15:05

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    goodbyemisery:

THEY ARE WATCHING

    goodbyemisery:

    THEY ARE WATCHING

     
  8. 14:35

    Notes: 3

    2:54, “Orion”

    2:54 pulled off a twofer you don’t necessarily want to pull off: releasing one of my favorite debut singles of 2012 (“You’re Early”) and the most disappointing set I’ve seen all decade. (Sound problems, or their reaction to sound problems; I’m sure my memory depends on how charitable I feel when calling it up.) I think I bought their album at the show as a too-little-too-late token of support, but I never listened to it properly. (Which is weird; if there was ever a proper year/season to hear it, late 2012 would be it.)

    I’d forgotten how much I’d hoped there’d be a second album, and “Orion” is quite good — evocative, chilly and autumnal, in a way I always miss when summer’s at its most relentless.

     
  9. 13:47

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  10. 13:31

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    groovesnjams:

    4 Real" by Body Language

    DV:

    We just ended a brief cold spell in Chicago, meaning that - unlike every other July in memory - I didn’t reach the subway covered in sweat, then sweat some more while I stand on the airless platform waiting for the train. And I’m going to use this break to call for a reset of the “song of the summer” debate, which has escalated to the point that I think we could all be happier if we just stopped listening to/talking about the Iggys and Smiths and came up with some new, more interesting candidates.

    "4 Real" is one, a breezy love song that maybe doesn’t hit quite hard enough to compete with the typical summer song (though then again, wasn’t too long ago we were all flipping out over "Call Me Maybe.") And that’s what makes it an ideal choice, as the weather reverts to crushing humidity and punishing sun: Body Language sound like a light breeze, and the best possible alternative to the heavy drops and maximal emotion that dominate the typical choices for summer songs. The hook is an instant sing-along, and while the synths are warm and the vocal warmer, the overall vibe is like skipping gracefully along a sidewalk, not letting the heat hold you down. "4 Real" is the song to cue up when you don’t just want to feel cool, you want to feel cooler.

    MG:

    The song of the summer is not a critical dictation, so I’m consistently baffled by the impulse to offer suggestions and alternatives as though the summer’s single isn’t going to whatever tops the charts for the majority of July. It’s a popularity contest and accordingly, expect your personal preferences to be flattened by Clear Channel’s wallet. With our high temperature and daily sunlight waning, it’s settled that “Fancy” spoke to the majority this year, but “4 Real” fits perfectly with the seasonal shedding of layers. Your sleeves creep up until they disappear, you stop wearing any cosmetic that gets smudgy before 9 AM, and your pint of stout is now a pint of kolsch. Suitably, this song is bubbly and refreshing, but not satisfying beyond its runtime. Whether clattering or kittenish, the song of the summer is always catchy and hooky. “4 Real” missed the ballot, but it also lacks the blunt force required for cultural submission.