Although they neglected to nominate me for sainthood in the last go-around, I do try to follow a few modest practices. I don’t eat animals that were raised or slaughtered chemically or inhumanely, preferring animals that grew up in pastures and fields, were cared for individually and by hand, and were not given growth hormones or unnecessary antibiotics. I don’t eat veal from anemic calves confined in the darkness of a crate that keeps their meat desirably pale. I haven’t eaten supermarket pork for the past ten years, except at important Southern BBQ events. Or eggs laid by battery hens. Or chickens on growth hormones raised by the thousands on the floors of barns covered with several weeks of their own waste—except when they have been fried by an incontestable master. I don’t eat meat that doesn’t matter—crumbled onto a pizza or scattered over a slimy salad or cooked to cardboard grayness and wedged between two buns. Meat and fowl of the highest quality are extremely expensive, and so I can’t afford a great quantity of them. This cuts down on the volume of slaughter for which I’m responsible, as does my attempt not to waste animal flesh. That is how I’ve made my peace with slaughter.
the best part about this is that its from mens vogue.
This take on popular websites such as Boing Boing, Dooce, and Fark provides an interesting view of how these sites read to someone who is not already immersed in internet culture. I especially like the description of BB:
A premier Federated Media site is Boing Boing. It seems to feature a group of tech journalists writing about the great new articles they’ve written for other publications, as well as some blurbs about quirky computer news. It also has big traffic for a blog, reportedly some 70,000 unique visitors a day. No Drudge Report, or even Gawker, but it’s good traffic. My newspaper website friends say that’s a decent number for a smaller city’s newspaper site. Boing Boing writers are regularly featured on “old media” programs such as the NPR news, so this property has potential.
It’s from a slightly insane John Battelle hate site authored by a former Industry Standard writer who holds Battelle to blame for his misfortune.
But bad movies—I think I’ve got a word for the kind of sadness I’m talking about. Schoenfraun. The sadness of when you’re watching someone enjoy something that you think is substandard. Schoenfraun. Schoenfraun. It just sounds right. The ineffable sadness when someone is happy and something is not as good as it should be.
The cover for the Hungarian edition of Shadow Of The Torturer.
shirt this please.
FiveSevenTenTwelve presents notable record sleeves on an ongoing basis.
…or ugly people trying to look hot.
I’m not sure what’s more embarrassing:
Upload audio data, download that data re-recorded after echoing through a silo. This is old but I had forgotten about. Why aren’t there more awesome web services like this? Eh Fried? EH?!
What is not in dispute is that all major failed US uses of force since 1945—in Vietnam, Lebanon, and Somalia—have been against materially weaker enemies. In wars both hot and cold, the United States has fared consistently well against such powerful enemies as Nazi Germany, Imperial Japan, and the Soviet Union, but the record against lesser foes is decidedly mixed. Though it easily polished off Milosevic’s Serbia and Saddam’s Iraq, the United States failed to defeat Vietnamese infantry in Indochina, terrorists in Lebanon, and warlords in Somalia. In each case the American Goliath was militarily stalemated or politically defeated by the local David. Most recently, the United States was surprised by the tenacious insurgency that exploded in post-Baathist Iraq, an insurgency now in its third year with no end in sight.
Don’t worry, this is not the beginning of a series of political Kosian posts, it’s an interesting article from the awesome PARAMETERS.
RC: Oh wow, I’m awesome. Brighten The Corners—I would argue, the best Pavement record. The Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain people can slam a cock, because this is the best. I miss Pavement. I went and saw Stephen Malkmus live a couple years ago. Terrible. He’s a jam band now. There was this guy in the front row who wouldn’t stop asking Malkmus, “What’s up with the Jicks?” He kept saying, “Steve, what’s up with the Jicks?” And my friend Jason started yelling, “Esteban, que pasa los Jicks?” Needless to say, he did not answer us. Not a good show, though I got very drunk.
oh man, withcraft diss.
As a member of the crowd that populates the streets, the flâneur participates physically in the text that he observes while performing a transient and aloof autonomy with a “cool but curious eye” that studies the constantly changing spectacle that parades before him. As an observer, the flâneur exists as both “active and intellectual.” As a literary device, one may understand him as a narrator who is fluent in the hieroglyphic vocabulary of visual culture. When he assumes the form of narrator, he plays both protagonist and audience—like a commentator who stands outside of the action, of whom only the reader is aware, “float[ing] freely in the present tense.”
Yacht Rock #10 is about a feud between Steely Dan and The Eagles.
Group Hug is like ask.mefi human relations with 1000 times more self-loathing, despair, and emptiness.
the design reminds me of a hospital
I am a 14 year old male and I love furry/yiffy yaoi art.
i could kill you for posting this.