check out grandma on the couch. scraight chillin.
3.31.2008
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The South
all right. But what I'm suddenly noticing is that here in new York,
hicks have become so marginalized that they're niche. And with all
this hipster chic bullshit, it's actually cool now to be some down-
home redneck. As if that was ever admirable (at least in the
stereotypical sense of the word)
Just weird to see these supposedly liberal people openly adulate a way
of life that seems antithetical to their own. And a way of life that,
I bet if you pressed them out in the open about it, they'd deride in
an instant.
And let's set the record straight, I'm from Kansas city. I have a
pretty good idea when southerners are being sincere, or just playing
up their accents.
I don't know anything about these guys. This is just my first
impression.
Oddly enough, the music just got good.
if you do anything today
take five minutes and watch this:
http://www.pablovalbuena.com/videos/ars07_video.html
it's by an artist named pablo valbuena.
some news on him:
http://www.todayandtomorrow.net/2008/03/18/entramado/
http://www.pablovalbuena.com/videos/ars07_video.html
it's by an artist named pablo valbuena.
some news on him:
http://www.todayandtomorrow.net/2008/03/18/entramado/
It's a thought.
I spent a lot of my formative years learning how to listen carefully,
skillfully. Through locked doors and closed windows, i would tune my
ears to catch my sisters confiding in one another, plotting revenge,
devising schemes. I developed a knack for reading the lips of shadows
and deciphering the murmurs and whispers of my parents in far-off
corners of the house, planning my fate.
skillfully. Through locked doors and closed windows, i would tune my
ears to catch my sisters confiding in one another, plotting revenge,
devising schemes. I developed a knack for reading the lips of shadows
and deciphering the murmurs and whispers of my parents in far-off
corners of the house, planning my fate.
And despite all that alacrity for listening, I have the hardest time
listening to someone right in front of me. I'm unable to understand
them at all. They look me in the eye and speak. And it's like another
language or something. I completely miss the point, much to their
dismay.
But I bet if they moved away, to hush themselves in secret chambers
and whisper in quiet privacy, I would hear them. I would understand.
But no one talks to you like that. They only talk about you.
3.25.2008
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i hate that these come from details.com. but i'll admit it when someone's got a good thing going.
these videos are fucking hilarious.
please brush my hair
masturbating in the parking lot
these videos are fucking hilarious.
please brush my hair
masturbating in the parking lot
this is the creepiest AP photo i've seen yet
why are all three of these fuckers staring at this shiny shit-bowl and smiling from ear to ear.
so weird
if they had thought bubbles, what would they be thinking?
go!
so weird
if they had thought bubbles, what would they be thinking?
go!
3.05.2008
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