PUTTING OUT FIRE WITH GASOLINE

PUTTING OUT FIRE WITH GASOLINE

Yesterday was the last day of my old job. It’s very strange to say it. “My Old Job.” I’ve had that job for a year and a half. It came to define me, even if it was only a Coffee Shop. Part of that definition came from the people— in the last two weeks alone, at least five different people threatened to call the police at me (twice because we charge 25¢ for iced water.) Part of that definition comes from that teenager on the subway. He was joking, I gathered from his laughter, but the fist in the face hurt just the same. Part of that definition came from the revelation that one of our co-workers was a pedophile. But the biggest part of that definition (or at least the least emotional definition) came from the commute— an hour and forty-five minutes is far too long to travel to make people coffee. Now it’s 20-30 minutes. What do I do with my newfound time? (Tumblr about it, apparently.) It’s a simple change, I guess. But I feel like a new person. I’m looking forward to the future, in a way that I had forgotten was possible. 

Yesterday was the last day of my old job. It’s very strange to say it. “My Old Job.” I’ve had that job for a year and a half. It came to define me, even if it was only a Coffee Shop. Part of that definition came from the people— in the last two weeks alone, at least five different people threatened to call the police at me (twice because we charge 25¢ for iced water.) Part of that definition comes from that teenager on the subway. He was joking, I gathered from his laughter, but the fist in the face hurt just the same. Part of that definition came from the revelation that one of our co-workers was a pedophile.

But the biggest part of that definition (or at least the least emotional definition) came from the commute— an hour and forty-five minutes is far too long to travel to make people coffee. Now it’s 20-30 minutes. What do I do with my newfound time? (Tumblr about it, apparently.) It’s a simple change, I guess.

But I feel like a new person. I’m looking forward to the future, in a way that I had forgotten was possible. 

meghanmargaret: thedailywhat: In Case You Missed It of the Day: An unidentified homeless man is fighting for his life after his face was nearly eaten off by a naked attacker Saturday on a downtown highway ramp in Miami. The attacker has been identified as Rudy Eugene, a 31-year-old homeless man. Some are speculating that he may have been high on LSD. “He was ripping into his face with his teeth,” said Miami resident Larry Vega, who witnessed the attack. “He was ripping his skin, his neck. He had him held down. The guy couldn’t move really, and he was just tearing into his flesh. … You see these things in the movies, but when you see it up front and up close, it’s pretty traumatic. It really is.” When a police officer approached and told Eugene to get off his victim, Eugene just kept chewing. “The guy just stood… with pieces of flesh in his mouth and he growled,” Vega said. The officer then shot and killed Eugene. As for the unfortunate victim, “much of his face was gone, the skin ripped away, the nose bitten and the eyes gouged,” according to the Miami Herald. He is in critical condition. “We’re hoping that he pulls through, for his well-being, but also so he can tell us what happened,” said Sgt. Javier Ortiz, of the Miami police union. “Only he knows.” [nydn] the end is nigh It’s hard to say and accurately explain the way that this story is defining my life. I guess it just seems like every horrible joke I’ve made about the decline of man coming true, but embellished in a way (the snarling) that I would be embarrassed yet strangely excited to.  The world is a strange and terrible place. That’s not to deny the mundane and wonderful bits of the world. But maybe the ‘end of the world’ that 2012 represents is more of an inner-apocalypse. This year is the time when we recognize the truth of reality. And that truth includes the fact that people sometimes become naked and rip each other’s faces off with their teeth.

meghanmargaret:

thedailywhat:

In Case You Missed It of the Day: An unidentified homeless man is fighting for his life after his face was nearly eaten off by a naked attacker Saturday on a downtown highway ramp in Miami.

The attacker has been identified as Rudy Eugene, a 31-year-old homeless man. Some are speculating that he may have been high on LSD.

“He was ripping into his face with his teeth,” said Miami resident Larry Vega, who witnessed the attack. “He was ripping his skin, his neck. He had him held down. The guy couldn’t move really, and he was just tearing into his flesh. … You see these things in the movies, but when you see it up front and up close, it’s pretty traumatic. It really is.”

When a police officer approached and told Eugene to get off his victim, Eugene just kept chewing. “The guy just stood… with pieces of flesh in his mouth and he growled,” Vega said.

The officer then shot and killed Eugene.

As for the unfortunate victim, “much of his face was gone, the skin ripped away, the nose bitten and the eyes gouged,” according to the Miami Herald. He is in critical condition.

“We’re hoping that he pulls through, for his well-being, but also so he can tell us what happened,” said Sgt. Javier Ortiz, of the Miami police union. “Only he knows.”

[nydn]

the end is nigh

It’s hard to say and accurately explain the way that this story is defining my life. I guess it just seems like every horrible joke I’ve made about the decline of man coming true, but embellished in a way (the snarling) that I would be embarrassed yet strangely excited to. 

The world is a strange and terrible place. That’s not to deny the mundane and wonderful bits of the world. But maybe the ‘end of the world’ that 2012 represents is more of an inner-apocalypse. This year is the time when we recognize the truth of reality.

And that truth includes the fact that people sometimes become naked and rip each other’s faces off with their teeth.

tonguedepressors:

Stéphane Coutelle

Shoebox Studio

The last one.

This week on Sliders: Waterworld without Water/Mad Max with out Max, or any sort of Anger. But, hey, there’s a midget-healer!

This week on Sliders: Waterworld without Water/Mad Max with out Max, or any sort of Anger. But, hey, there’s a midget-healer!

It is sort of a rock and roll vampire type thing. It is going to involve a lot of real techno and industrial music. It will have a very Nine Inch Nails look and feel to it. The show is about these vampires who have been around for centuries — for eternity really — as musicians. They travel from country to country. They could be described as travelling musicians. They used to be gypsies thousands of years ago, they were a doo-wop band in the fifties, and now they are this techno/industrial type band. They use that disguise to travel from town to town on tour. Wade Welles gets wrapped up in their scene. It’s going to have a nice German expressionistic look to it — very industrial and very monochromatic. It’s going to be a lot like Fritz Lang movies such as Metropolis.
Jerry O’Connell writes my Sliders blog for me.
What a lot of people thought they heard on ‘Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey’, and everywhere else on the album, is cloying cuteness. But it turns out you can say a lot of things— things like ‘go fuck yourself’ (‘3 Legs’), ‘everything is fucked’ (‘Too Many People’), and even ‘let’s go fuck, honey’ (‘Eat At Home)’— with a big, dimpled grin on your face.

Great review of the Ram reissue by Jayson Greene today. (via marathonpacks)

Yes, this is fantastic.

(via barthel)

I was trying not to blog that quote all day. 

Above all else, I’ve learned from the reissue of Ram (and its reviews) that it was loathed upon release. I had no idea about that— my first experience with Ram was hearing my parents playing it and falling in love with it despite my distate for Sir Paul. 

Also, I think people are missing an opportunity to talk about the fact that the Deluxe Edition of the Ram Reissue includes the Thrillington album, which basically is the reason I have a strong love of Paul McCartney.

(via barthel)

guy: Sentinels of the Arctic by Niccolò Bonfadini:  During winter, with temperatures ranging from -40 to -15, the trees in some areas of the Finnish Lapland get completely covered by snow and ice. This makes for a unique landscape, where everything is white and frozen as far as the eyes can see. That morning I slept in my tent to watch the sun rise from the top of a hill; an eerie mist was forming around the trees, enhancing the mysterious atmosphere. OMG DICK TREES

guy:

Sentinels of the Arctic by Niccolò Bonfadini: 

During winter, with temperatures ranging from -40 to -15, the trees in some areas of the Finnish Lapland get completely covered by snow and ice. This makes for a unique landscape, where everything is white and frozen as far as the eyes can see. That morning I slept in my tent to watch the sun rise from the top of a hill; an eerie mist was forming around the trees, enhancing the mysterious atmosphere.

OMG DICK TREES

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sciencefiction:

These are fictional magazine covers from Blade Runner. They were created by production illustrator Tom Southwell in 1980-1981 and appeared in the background on a magazine stand in the city streets. (!!!!)

Literally every one of those headlines could be a band name. “The Cosmic Orgasm,” “Tit Job Review,” “Genetic Cosmetic,” “Dorgon Invasion.”

Also, incredible.

YES

YES

GPOYSUNGOD

GPOYSUNGOD

The moment comes when it starts to get a little taxing to watch and write about Sliders every week. But also THIS DUDE IS IN YOUR DREAMS GET HIM OUT HIS MOUTH IS FUNNY.

The moment comes when it starts to get a little taxing to watch and write about Sliders every week.

But also THIS DUDE IS IN YOUR DREAMS GET HIM OUT HIS MOUTH IS FUNNY.

confessionsofamichaelstipe:

avoidbreathingvapour:

i went to see this exhibition when i was eighteen with my best friend.

i’ve never been to one that has touched me as much since.

Sam Taylor-Wood, “Crying Men”.

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