I wont have a free 90 minutes for a few days but if you do check out the Sigur Ros movie streaming now at Pitchfork dot edu
It’s at pitchfork.com, but just click the pic.
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY!
In 1955, Doctor Emmet Lathrop Brown was standing on a toilet hanging a wall clock when he slipped and beat his head on the bathroom sink. Unconscious, Doc had a vision. And that vision was that of a flux capacitor — the device that makes time travel possible.
Also, today was only TWO WEEKS away from the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance.
(via Geekologie)
High quality, this.
Phish — “Mountains in the Mist” (March 1, 2003 — Greensboro, N.C.)
Several times, uncontiously
I’ve stumbled upon the path
And seen a mountain in the mist
As rain falls on my shoulders
Sun rises in the east
I’m worn and bruised
but I am here at least
I guess im just an obsticle
A thing to overcome
If I could sneek around myself
Again I’ll know I’ve won
The moment seems to hang and float
Before me with no end
‘till I’m released, a wakened beast
I’m on the road again
But now i’m soaring far to high
A fleck of dust up in the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
Woven in the fairy-tales
We fabricate each day
Our little golden strands of truth
That glimmer in the light
The colorful material
You hold a certin way
Can keep us from the cold
And help to get us through the night
But now i’m soaring far to high
A fleck of dust upin the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
GPOYW — The Early Years Edition
That’s me with my older sister, Patty, in probably 1977. That is a damn nice duck jumper I’m wearing. Wish I had one to rock these days.
Tomorrow night, my undergraduate Virginia Tech comes to Greenville to play East Carolina University, where I received a masters degree. I’ve now lived in Greenville for 11 years, but still have Virginia Tech season tickets and am a rabid Hokies fan.
Obviously, I’ve been getting some noise this week from the ECU faithful as the game draws closer. This has involved the unfortunate responsibility of authoring this nonsense and being consulted about the inclusion of a “spirit card” in the Thursday newspaper, essentially a single broadsheet page that touts the Pirates and can be held up by fans at the game.
Knowing my distaste at this ridiculousness, my boss drew me this spirit card for my office. Everything about it makes me laugh.
Remember the day after last year’s election?
Yeah, that was like a bazillion times more awesome than this one.
(via thedailywhat)
My Facebook status today:
Pez always tasted better in my brain, but I loved the holders so much I pretended they were delicious.
(Things that are the same but different)
I see the Star Wars ones!
I’ll bet the owner of this collection ruefully shakes his/her head when walking by, cursing the inability to find that final Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Pez Michaelangelo: MIA.
Newcastle Gateshead Millennium Bridge
You need to check out this amazing tilting bridge.
Newcastle, UK
Via The Awl
Howay the lads.
Stencil of the Day: Spotted in Milwaukee.
[via.]
Oh sweet Enola Gay, somebody put this on a t-shirt, stat.
My Sweet Virginia,
I hoped this day would never come, but I have decided to leave you. Sure, we had our kicks back in the day. Though it was eight years ago, it seems like only yesterday that we met. You were just coming out of a bad relationship with an uptight, car-tax obsessed jerk, and I was looking for a new place to call home. You enthusiastically embraced me, and together we made a new life together. It seemed as though we would be together forever.
At the beginning, it was like living a dream. The horizons seemed limitless and we made some real strides. The road was not always smooth — it had its ups and downs — but overall I think you saw the value in our relationship and your old wounds finally began to heal.
Then, after four blissful years, things changed. I didn’t notice at first, but things were not as they were when we first met. The bloom was off the rose, so to speak. You seemed aloof, distracted and disorganized. You seemed intent on looking elsewhere, your eyes on bigger and brighter things.
For one night, however, things were back to normal. One year ago, we had the best time in years, making history together in a way that nobody thought possible. It’s a memory I’ll forever treasure. But, in a fleeting moment, the magic was gone … this time for good.
Sure, we tried to rekindle our relationship, even consulted some high-priced help a few months ago, but you’ve decided to head in a different direction and, while I think it’s a terrible mistake that you’ll soon regret, I respect that we do not share the same path anymore.
So, best of everything to you, Virginia. I’ll never forget eight beautiful years. And who knows, four years from now, maybe we’ll meet again.
Affectionately,
Reason & Logic
Dude on the left has the Greatest Costume Ever.
And if you’re from in or around Baltimore, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Oh, Natty Boh, there’s nothing wrong with you.