May 2012
11 posts
mrdavidgordon:
asobbrokeup:
Why is the baby on Friday Night Lights so ugly?
Gracie Belle is an alien.
I have thought about this more times than I’d like to say. Connie Britton would never have such an ugly baby.
“Avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– Dead Poets Society (via intricate-perception)
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Helvetica is one of Brooklyn College's sanctioned...
What’s wrong with this picture is that Helvetica is a font, not a font size.
Typography Burn.
The whole reason I got into journalism...
…was because every once in a while the words you write can actually change someone’s mind.
“”The Harlem line runs north out of Grand Central Station in big older...”
Hey so don't read this unless you went to Hofstra,...
ryanhatesthis:
The school newspaper office I spent every weeknight of college in is being evicted because of insipid student politics and they’re asking for alumnus to write letters.
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April 2012
15 posts
“But one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even...”
– Joan Didion, Goodbye To All That (via actionjacksonlovesbbq)
March 2012
42 posts
I really, really love my new job...
except for the fact that I have to provide tech assistance for our website for 50-80 yr olds on a daily basis. Oof.
“Cardigan got its name in 1854, when the seventh Earl of Cardigan needed an extra...”
– (via ninagarcia)
Oh wow, Punk'd is coming back.
Finding the "10 Things I Hate About You"...
mmichler:
You don’t know how deeply immersed in seasonal depression you are until it’s 65 degrees and sunny outside.
Important Advice from Dr. David Gordon
Me: my co workers are talking about their boy problems
i think one of them is about to cry
i dont do well with these things
David: lol
time for lunch
Me: i just got back....
David: suddenly get your period
i dunno
Me: david is that what you think girls do?
David: i dunno, it happens on TV all the time
like when someones walking thru the supermarket or at a party and then their water suddenly breaks
Raisin Pumpernickel
by Marge Piercy
You shine, my love, like a sugar maple in October Like a golden-orange overarching blaze of leaves, each painted its own tint of flames tossed on the ground bright as silk scarves. So are you happy.
My curly one, my stubborn fierce butter, down with the head and charge all horns and the blattering thunk of bone head on bone, the smoke and hot rubber stench of overheated temper....