Liam.

Nov
22nd

Sun

livejamie:

Patrick Moberg has done it again with “Internet Vices.”

Nov
19th

Thu

justin:

GO TEAM SEXY!!!

I obviously didn’t stay up late enough to reblog this, so I’ll be part of the third thousand. Congrats you guys, couldn’t happen to a nicer couple.

Nov
18th

Wed

mdfsmash:

elspethjane:thedailywhat:

Flow Chart of the Day: “Where Should I Eat? Fast Food Edition”

Perfection.

[via.]

Wow. No McDonald’s if you live in the USA.

If we citizens do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing nothing and having worthless dreams.

— Yann Martel (via yvynyl)

Nov
5th

Thu

(via topherchris)

Nov
4th

Wed

urlesque:

tanya77:

peterandwendy:

It’s her!

Meta meat.

Nov
2nd

Mon

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

fred-wilson:

Lost Ones - Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill

this song almost single handedly convinced me that we had to leave the suburbs. i dug this record so much when it came out and nobody else in our town was even aware of it.

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.

—

i love that little book by E.B and especially this part of it. I came here in 1983 and made it my home and it is very much part of who I am.

Here is New York, E. B. White, 1949 (via cdixon)

(via fred-wilson)

Nov
1st

Sun

justin:

Marissa and I are moving in February after 3 years at our place here in the East Village. To determine the best spot to relocate ourselves, I’ve taken it upon myself to create a google map with the general location of all our friends. So far it’s been pretty revealing, and honestly a hell of a lot of fun to put together. Developing …

You forgot north jersey, “buddy”.

dendrites:

sugarspun:

distillation:thepulpgirls:gorgeous