The Beatles and Muhammad Ali - 1964
Photo by Charles Trainor, Sr. (via The Year in Pictures)
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The fake AP stylebook has to be the best use of Twitter at the moment, although its solid gold is probably lost on you if you don’t know about stylebooks.
While I’m at it, I should also give a shout-out to Roger Ebert (@ebertchicago), once a vocal opponent of Twitter who finally joined up earlier this month and has turned into one of the best tweeters around.
I tweet too (@_ckck) but not as consistently or impressively.
Isn’t it great that the only other Twitter user that @FakeAPStylebook is following is the real @APStylebook?
On two separate occasions in the past week, I have received 1 Zloty coin (approx. same size, color, weight as a quarter) and 1 Canadian cent when getting change for something. I want my 26 cents!
Went to see this in the afternoon by my lonesome. It was parts funny, parts cute, parts sentimental, but I liked Paris, Je T’aime better as a whole. The intertwining of each director’s selection instead of just showing them sequentially was a bit forced…but I think my faves were the one with Anton Yelchin and Olivia Thirlby, the one Natalie Portman directed, and the one Fatih Akin directed.
FYI New Yorkers: If ever you want to see a movie in theaters but not quite enough to pay $12 for it, get breakfast early on the weekend and go see it for half price at any AMC/Loews theater before noon. Kips Bay is my favorite because they seem to get all new releases, put at least one showing of it between 11 and noon, and there will be like 5 other people in the theater with you.
I feel like this is the only place I can scream “BOYS (who really should be men) CAN BE SUCH JACKASSES” without getting any flak or faux-sympathy for it like I would elsewhere…but please don’t prove me wrong on that, tumblr. that’s it really.
you know when it’s raining and you put on your shoes, throw things in your backpack and get out of there ASAP that you are pissed. thank goodness it was with just enough time to get on the L before it quit running past Lorimer. i don’t even want to be home right now. i just didn’t want to be there anymore.
/emo livejournal rant
Found this when I turned on satellite view while exploring my neighborhood in Google maps. Um, yes, I have actually explored my neighborhood IRL too…I just happen to like maps.
Say what you will about Princess Coldstare, but I have always been envious of her perfect hair, skin, cheekbones. (via yellowdoor)
n. 1: use of a place of rest or sleep for the dual purpose of reading, writing, sketching, collaging, or any other academic or work oriented activity.
v. 2: falling asleep on top of your books or with your computer on your lap in the middle of doing work due to the comfort factor of surrounding pillows and blankets.
One’s reasons for beddesking may vary, but may or may not be related to the fact that the super cheap actual desk she wanted was sold out at Ikea three weeks ago, and she hasn’t been able to go back and see if it has been restocked.
Foucault (from LOLtheorists) offers a snapshot of what’s ruling my academic life right now. And with that, I bid you adieu, dear tumblrs.
from Forgotten Bookmarks
This is the first time I’ve recognized someone from my real life on The Sartorialist. He was in my Media Topics: Election 2008 class last fall.
Class every day of the week
+ Two of those being MA classes at night
+ Mountains (yes, literal mountains) of reading for each one
+ Still not being completely unpacked into new apartment
+ Errands and everything else
+ The very little sleep I’ve been getting
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= ZERO TUMBLARITY!!!
How the heck is this only week 2? I hate knowing that this semester is going to have really kicked my ass by the time it’s over because it’s already happening so early. With that said, see you on the weekend (if I’m lucky), Tumblr dashboard.
Last year’s birthday, we got so trashed at Schiller’s that we never even made it to another bar. I slept half naked on the bathroom floor, and my roommate and I both went to pilates hungover like whoa the next day (it was a class we took at school, and the first meeting of it, so we didn’t skip). It was all a little crazy, but definitely fun.
Last night, we had a very low key, no frills BBQ dinner with red wine, went and bought me a mattress and bedding (Labor Day sale), and used my Groupon to get cupcakes from Butter Lane (choc. cupcake w/ french vanilla icing is divine). It was fun, but totally not a big deal, I wasn’t the center of attention (it makes me uncomfortable), and it did not involve throwing up. Hooray!
These speakers are beautiful. They are $1,850. They will not be mine. (via Paste Magazine)
Finished reading The Nimrod Flip-Out by Etgar Keret, and I honestly don’t even know what to make of it. The review blurb on the cover is pretty accurate, I guess. It was only when I just went to go find a picture of the cover that I saw that. My copy was from the library, thus solid colored and jacketless. I was going to say that the stories were absurd, whimsical, gruesome, and sometimes ordinary all at the same time.
Wristcutters, based on one of his stories from another collection, made me want to check out his writing style since I loved the movie so much. I’ve been meaning to do so for awhile, and while I liked the stories enough, I wasn’t blown away by this collection. It could be that I just don’t know enough about Israeli culture to relate to the characters/settings and didn’t quite get his sense of humor. Glad I read it, but I’m not sure I’ll be going back for more except maybe to check out Pizzeria Kamikaze (graphic novel collaboration).