nah nah nah nah: the urban technical arts.
Or just some shit that I like.
Or just some shit that I like.
Robert Rauschenberg, ½ Gals. / AAPCO (Cardboard), 1971
shipwrecked & shitheaded: 10 things the iPhone Siri will help you get instead of an abortion
Ask the Siri, the new iPhone 4 assistant, where to get an abortion, and, if you happen to be in Washington, D.C., she won’t direct you to the Planned Parenthood on 16th St, NW. Instead, she’ll suggest you pay a visit to the 1st Choice Women’s Health Center, an…
(Source: rawstory.com, via writedrunk)
THAT’S THE THESIS TOWER YOU GUYS
Just watched Il Postino (the postman), an opera where Placido Domingo portrays Pablo Neruda. Best opera I’ve seen since The Flying Dutchman (although it’s not like I’ve seen many operas).
prettyclever: evanhecox: A drawing on newspaper from 1848, in progress and the finished piece, 22x26 (via The Fox Is Black)
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32 Pictures Of Police Brutality From Occupy Wall Street Protests
This needs WAY more notes. BTW, I’d say it’s about time to prepare for our own riots. It was only a matter of time and we’re getting dangerously close to the breaking point.
(via wearethecrossroads)
1) I dreamt that someone I know’s teeth started to fall out and as a result I had to marry them (if I didn’t, ALL of their teeth would fall out, but if I did, their teeth would stop falling out). Freud much?
2) I overhead the funniest conversation while on the bus the other day:
Guy: The transit tracker info was wrong! It said the bus was coming in 29 minutes so I was about to give up hope, and then your bus came!
Driver: Sorry that the transit tracker was wrong. It’s sometimes off by a minute or two.
Guy: I know! The compass in the bus must be pulled out of alignment because of the fact that the bus is such a big magnet. Put a compass next to a car, a boat, or a bus and it’ll be pulled toward it. So the compass in the bus is always pulled toward itself so that makes the time incorrect.
Driver: Sir, it’s tracked by satellites. There’s no compass.
Guy: I’ve never trusted those GPS thingiess anyway. They’re just fake magnets!
Fucking magnets, how do they work?
The other side of “way too much Portland.”
hoooolyshit
Guy at rowing practice today: (notices my sweatshirt)
Guy: “Nice shirt! I’m _____. Chemistry, 1980.”
Me: “Oh! I’m N—-. Uhh, Economics, 2011.”
Guy: Nice to see other Reedies rowing.
Me: Yeah, I agree. There’s a team these days.
Guy: Do you know ___ and ___? They worked as interns with me this summer.
What I wanted to say: “”Hmm, I don’t know ___ but I do know ___. I used to fuck her current boyfriend and she doesn’t know it.”
What I actually said: “Hmm, I don’t know ___ but I do know ___. She’s cool.”
Self-censorship is really weird sometimes. Usually it’s just me wanting to say “shut up, you idiot!” and not actually saying it. But man, today…damn.
SU cleaners shirt from early 2000s.
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and now, to compensate for all the emo bullshit as of late, a gratuitous picture of the redneckest...
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SU cleaners shirt from early 2000s.
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I visited in October (of 2007—holy...
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