“Why do you wake up?”
—Anthony Volodkin #
“I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness. Keep all our bad ideas. Keep all our hope. It’s here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear. It’s such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.”
—The Weakerthans #
“when you don’t create things, you become defined by your tastes rather than ability. your tastes only narrow & exclude people. so create.”
—why the lucky stiff #
“Feeling like I’ve had a pie I baked lifted hot off the windowsill.”
—Maureen Evans #
“He is a jolly and amiable fellow to meet, yet he is also a lone scarred tree, for the lightning of living has hit him.”
—Sinclair Lewis (via the projectionists) #
“I have nodded and looked into their eyes and hummed sympathetically as people gave their reasons and made their excuses and generally offered up, as if they were golden ingots of profound wisdom, the handful of two-penny nails with which they plan to board up the windows of their hopes for themselves, their families, their country and the world.”
—Michael Chabon, in a Washington Post op-ed about Obama and the “Phobocracy” #
“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”
—Koz in #rails-contrib after I mentioned that I’d headed into Rails’ routing code a couple months ago to add a new feature, then got scared and went home #
“If I’d wanted building blocks for rolling my own, I’d have gone to Home Depot and bought a 1 and a 0.”
—Ian Dees, in a post comparing distributed version control systems #
“RKelly is a ruby implementation of Kelly. Kelly is a fictional project that I made up so that I could name my project RKelly.”
—Aaron Patterson on his new Javascript parser
Suggested taglines (from I’m a Flirt):
- Let me remind you that I am the king of dot-r-b…
- Tell me, what’s Ruby without The R? #
From last week’s episode of “This American Life”, “Mapping”: a Flickr set from cartographer Denis Wood (the guy mapping the pumpkins, power lines, and street lights in his neighborhood). (via) #
From bryanF.’s photostream. #
An amazing essay about our city.
No matter what you do in L.A., your behavior is appropriate for the city. Los Angeles has no assumed correct mode of use. You can have fake breasts and drive a Ford Mustang—or you can grow a beard, weigh 300 pounds, and read Christian science fiction novels. Either way, you’re fine: that’s just how it works. You can watch Cops all day or you can be a porn star or you can be a Caltech physicist. You can listen to Carcass—or you can listen to Pat Robertson. Or both. That’s how we dooz it.(via) #
L.A. is the apocalypse: it’s you and a bunch of parking lots. No one’s going to save you; no one’s looking out for you. It’s the only city I know where that’s the explicit premise of living there—that’s the deal you make when you move to L.A. The city, ironically, is emotionally authentic.
It says: no one loves you; you’re the least important person in the room; get over it. What matters is what you do there.
Ticketmaster surcharge to buy one ticket to the Beirut show at the Avalon this week: 54%. Want to have a paper ticket sent to you? 138%. #


