February 2010
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Day Job and Night Job →
BY ANDREW HUDGINS
After my night job, I sat in class and ate, every thirteen minutes, an orange peanut-butter cracker. Bright grease adorned my notes.
At noon I rushed to my day job and pushed a broom enough to keep the boss calm if not happy. In a hiding place, walled off
by bolts of calico and serge, I read my masters and copied Donne, Marlowe, Dickinson, and Frost, scrawling the words I...
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Tumblr Stole My Domain At The Behest of A... →
fightwithknives:
Totally ridiculous. Y’all know better than that.
Why does Pitchfork need a Tumblr?
This one definitely gets filed under not cool.
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“The idea is that if a gravitational wave passes through GEO600, it will...”
– Damn, science is cool. Oh, by the way, our world may be a giant hologram.
(h/t Joe O’Sullivan)
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“I’ll bet that if Apple Chief Executive Steve Jobs had even one woman on his...”
– “Addressing the Dearth of Female Entrepreneurs” (BusinessWeek)
via jenbee:
Ran into a colleague at breakfast yesterday morning and we were discussing the iPad. I was surprised by how horribly awkward it felt to say it out loud in polite company. I’m pretty sure that I don’t want to...
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Carelessness.
Playboy: What made you decide to go into rock and roll music?
Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a “before” in Charles Atlas “before and after” ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Pheonix comes and burns the house down. The next thing I know I’m in Omaha. It’s cold there, by this time I’m robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain’t much to look at, but who’s built a special kind of refrigerator that can burn newspaper into lettuce. Everything’s going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
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