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Posted on January 4, 2012 via BLOGGING via TYPEWRITER. with 5,897 notes
Source: telegraph.co.uk
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Plays: 951
With my little songs
Putting my money where my processing is. I mean, I leaned on this shit. Hard.
Anyhow, Roderick never asked what My Karaoke Song is.
So, now you know.
I want to go here!
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Science has reached inside my skull, squozen out my favorite bands, and made this Yuck record.
On which indie hipster bandwagon I will gleefully jump.
Go, science. Go, rock music.
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Losing the mixed pleasures of just arrived letters may not mean as much in the end as what we’re missing by not writing them. Writing regularly to several people—a parent, a friend who’s moved to another coast, a daughter or son away at college—requires one to keep separate mental ledgers, storing up the weather or the idle thoughts or the disasters we need to pass on. We’re always getting ready to write. The letters out and back become a correspondence, and mysteriously take on a tone of their own: some rambly and comfortably boring; others cool and funny; some financial; some confessional. They stick in the mind and seem worth the trouble.
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I want one of these! (via In Caffeine We Trust: Infographic Print For Tracking Your Coffee Consumption Data)
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Karen Cahn, lawyer, New York, New York. “I don’t know how it’s gonna end, but it has to start, right?”
On Tuesday, Martin Schoeller photographed Occupy Wall Street protesters at Zuccotti Park. Click through to see the rest of Schoeller’s pictures: http://nyr.kr/nolJ0Z






