Day after day, night after night, Francisco Hernandez Jr. rode the subway. He had a MetroCard, $10 in his pocket and a book bag on his lap. As the human tide flowed and ebbed around him, he sat impassively, a gangly 13-year-old boy in glasses and a red hoodie, speaking to no one. (Via NY Times)
If there’s a modern day Dos Passos he’s writing this boy’s story.
- friend Brendan (aka Raw Dawg)
It’s been one of those days of unbelievably bad Republican math.
Karl Marx, Capital, volume III, chapter XV.
I hope that someday all these polls asking “who is to blame for the current recession?” will offer multiple choice options that extend beyond simply “Democrats? Republicans? Or both?”.
(via langer) (via jhnbrssndn)
Agreed! but uhh… Don’t count on it.
Dark Meat - “Well Fuck You Then”
This Wednesday Morning Dance Party is brought to you from 2:30 Wednesday morning because I’m up drinking tea, listening to Dark Meat, and writing fiction and don’t expect to be dancing at the same time as y’all.
So, uhh, all of you with 9s to 5s: well, fuck you then.
(To those of you who accidentally saw this in the middle of the night: you are the real winners.)
The number one reason I want to see Dark Meat live is for the chance to possibly chant “Well Fuck You, Then!” with a room full of strangers.
Also, fuck me then, indeed.
sagittarian: slaughterhouse90210:
“Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.”
— Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
relevant.
And now, love, tip the screen just so.
Now we see us, now we don’t,
digital daguerreotype spooks,
chromed noses, iridium eyes,
who fade, just so, to slate or silver.
There we lie in wait for ourselves.- from “The Invention of Photography” by W.S. Di Piero
“digital daguerreotype spooks” might be the best phrase I hear all day which is saying something considering today also contained “make-believe swamp thing prom”
