Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy: We are British so suspense comes from knowing looks and gestures.
Shame: Young Magnetos’ penis!
We Need to Talk about Kevin: fucking brilliant.
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Yay for four day weekends and my alcoholism showing! Yay for lust and lushes!
Profound wisdom is something many of us hope we will one day have. But until then, surround yourself with inspiration like this poster series started by Maxistentialism. Another wonderful whim brought to life by Kickstarter. Hooray for the internet!
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Original track taken from the 2010 album The Age of Adz (Asthmatic Kitty)
http://asthmatickitty.com/sufjan-stevens
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Chemicals man, they’ll fuck you up.
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life:
On what would have been Harvey Milk’s 82nd birthday, LIFE.com offers a series of photographs by Grey Villet chronicling the early days of the modern gay rights movement in America.
Titled “Homosexuals in Revolt” and touted as “a major essay on America’s newest militants,” the piece elicited strong reactions from readers — many of whom, of course, were less than happy that their beloved LIFE would devote a dozen pages to people whom one letter writer characterized as “psychic cripples.” Other responses from peeved readers that were printed in the January 28, 1972, issue of LIFE included:
From Telford, Penn. — There was plenty to lament in your year-end issue, but the thing that struck me as most sad was the fact that LIFE felt compelled to devote 11 pages to “Homosexuals in Revolt.”
From Chicago — Essentially, it is absurd to accept as a mere “variant lifestyle” a practice which, if universal, would mean the end of the human race.
And, from Glendale, California, the standard (as well as reductionist and selective) biblical critique — “You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination” (Leviticus 18:22).
Read more about this essay here.
The Atlantic’s In Focus rounded up the best photos from yesterday’s eclispse. We picked out a few really stunning ones.
This is what my cat Pickles looks like… well not so clean cut.
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Therapy has made it so I am now more aware of my feelings about situations, not how to handle those situations without damaging myself.
So Ed’s birthday was a mad house shit-box! People much much younger came over, they were loud, we were loud, everyone was loud. Cops came by because of noise… First time in five years of living in this cray cray house. Also I caught my friend making out with my guy of interest (that I should have no interest in) towards the end of the night. Gut reaction was to flip them off, which I did, and now I have to deal with all those feelings. The recycling bin is full of beer cans and all the food I made is gone. I didn’t make out with anyone (plus one for me!) but I did wake up to a drunk stranger in my bed… He got lost on his way to spooning with Ed, so I can’t get mad. So the party was, um, ok. Eerie amount of babysitting and drunken freedom. My life is strange and stupid.