Really, the biggest obstacle to overcome here—aside from every single obligation you have to your friends, family, job, and financial future—is you. —
Steven Van Zandt of Bruce Springsteen’s band goes record shopping, 1975. Photo by Barbara Pyle.
This New York and New Jersey really existed, around the time Saturday Night Live began.
The two years without cable TV will end when I move back to civilization, but tonight I am still “watching the Oscars” by reading Twitter.
The poster art I assembled for this ridiculous feature at The Awl, 10 Han Solo Prequel Movies You Can’t Wait To See
In America the career almost invariably becomes an obsession. The ‘get-ahead’ principle, carried to such extreme, inspires our writers to enormous efforts. A new book must come out every year. Otherwise they get panicky, and the first thing you know they belong to Alcoholics Anonymous or have embraced religion or plunged headlong into some political activity with nothing but an inchoate emotionalism to bring to it or to be derived from it. I think that this stems from a misconception of what it means to be a writer or any kind of creative artist. They feel it is something to adopt in the place of actual living, without understanding that art is a by-product of existence. — An Allegory of Man and His Sahara … a 1949 review of Paul Bowles’ The Sheltering Sky, in The New York Times, written by Tennessee Williams.
Just in case you were wondering for some reason, “Nobody pass away inside the house.” So it is certainly not haunted. Good family home, wait and see!
He is a bad guy, a victim, a dreamer, a loyal and honest friend, a powerful mutant, a man who has nightmares every night, a loving father and a nutcase plagued by uncontrollable fits of rage. — I read this and thought, That’s a very good description of me. (From this article.)
Is that you, John Lydon?
(Source: thegrode, via suicidewatch)
What embarrassments and/or delights are revealed by your Amazon mp3 cloud player collection of every single CD you’ve bought from Amazon over 15 years, even the ones that were clearly gifts for your mom?