January122010
"As I see it, it probably really is good for the soul to be a tourist, even if it’s only once in a while. Not good for the soul in a refreshing or enlivening way, though, but rather in a grim, steely-eyed, let’s-look-honestly-at-the-facts-and-find-some-way-to-deal-with-them way. My personal experience has not been that traveling around the country is broadening or relaxing, or that radical changes in place and context have a salutary effect, but rather that intranational tourism is radically constricting, and humbling in the hardest way—hostile to my fantasy of being a real individual, of living somehow outside and above it all.
To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in a way you can never admit. It is to spoil, by way of sheer ontology, the very unspoiledness you are there to experience. It is to impose yourself on places that in all noneconomic ways would be better, realer, without you.
It is, in lines and gridlock and transaction after transaction, to confront a dimension of yourself that is as inescapable as it is painful: As a tourist, you become economically significant but existentially loathsome, an insect on a dead thing.
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David Foster Wallace, Consider The Lobster
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December92009
DB
you never think that you’d be taking life advice from the guy who hangs out every night at the bar where you work…
but “DO IT NOW,” is sometimes just what i need to hear. i need these reminders- writing a paper that is due on friday, big dreams, the things i make excuses for…
it might not ever make it into a book of positive quotations; it may come in the form of a grunt, or some may say bark, but that’s just because it’s tough love. it tells you what do do and when. no fussy stuff.
and who doesn’t just need to be told sometimes?
so thanks, guy at the bar, for all the tips you give-
forget the book of positive quotations and inspiring fight song lyrics,
im quoting you here, now.
November252009
Dudes:1st Installment
Dude 1: Yo dude let’s go skateboard.
Dude 2: Not yet dude I have to do my annual belly roll.
Dude 2: Duuuuude narly skate park.
Dude 1: Yeah dude.
Dude 1: Dude let’s go on the same skateboard.
Dude 2: Oh no dude IT’S A PORTAL!
DUDES’ GRAVES
THE END.
Reblogged from ClothingOptional Comics.
November122009
October262009
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wow-eeee. i see this in my near future now that my stove is up and running.
Reblogged from (un)solved mysteries.
October222009
somehow those beats can write like they are just talking, but make it poetry too,
like they are just running through their dream like worlds onto the paper, like they are going somewhere.
they don’t need “likes” or punctuation, just words, emphasis, pauses, spaces, breath, the voice in their head! no rehearsal.
scat singing beside the greats. something new but justified.
they pulled it off.
themselves.










