try to praise the mutilated world.
you must praise the mutilated world.
It was hard to tell if social networking had instilled an instinct to compulsively pose, or if there was actually a photographer at the end of the living room.
(Photo: Mark Steinmertz; Dwell, September 2003)
The Case for an Older Woman (oktrends)
I love the OKCupid blog and the guys who are writing it. Even when they’re revealing really irking things about how gender works in our society, they mean so well.
This article is great. My favorite points (may be exaggerated for drama):
- Guys have a pathological problem with dating older ladies and a bizarre affinity for inappropriately younger women.
- Ladies are quite reasonable about age.
- No you’re biased.
- But seriously, womens’ desirability peaks really young (before they can drink!) and starts dropping off around….well, around my current age.
- Eighteen-year-old girls, by and large, don’t want sex more than about once a week, don’t believe in birth control, don’t get tested regularly, and won’t date you unless you’d like to marry them. Plus they have no confidence, so they’re gonna be high maintenance. (Read: the magazines and the nudie tumblrs are doing you a disservice, fellas.)
- Hey! In Seattle, even the younger ladies are pretty sex-positive (except they don’t like birth control - what!?!).
- The OK Cupid guys seem like sweethearts. I love how they actually take the angle of trying to talk older men into dating women their own age. Also how they argue that ladies don’t get less attractive. I want to hug them.
Also, I just realized that several of the founders were behind thespark.com. Man, remember the old days when we all took 15-page quizzes about when (whether?) we were gonna have sex and how we were gonna die? Those quizzes were way awesomer than this Facebook crap, right?
Nada Surf - Do It Again:
I bought a stack of books
I didn’t read a thing
It’s like I’m sitting here
Waiting for birds to sing
Let’s do it again
[Currently infatuated with this song.]
This song, for Valentine’s day (no video, just an album cover, sorry).
I’d like to post a whole poem, but I think I oughtn’t, for copyright reasons. But it’s from Elizabeth Bradfield’s Approaching Ice, and here’re three lines:
I walked as if the pavement’s grooves
were signs of where it would collapse.
I wanted it to.
Treaty signed by George Washington, 1796.
[Our Founders Were NOT Fundamentalists | The Smirking Chimp]
(via nickdouglas : doublejack : piscesinpurple : alinasmith)
Waiting for the Google Buzz Privacy Outcry
It will only be a matter of time now before my mother calls me to ask why I keep emailing her to tell her all about my late night bowel movements/software releases. ”I’m not emailing you, mom! Google decided it was a good thing to crap everything I say into your email inbox so that you won’t miss out on the exciting world of social media.”
…
I feel they are trying to force feed me the worst parts of social media - ie, the most popular stuff - via an interface that I’ve been trained means HIGH PRIORITY ALWAYS ON RESPOND NOW.
I pity the inbox zero people the most.
Reblogged for my mom: Hi, Mom! Here’s what’s going on! I’ll come by tonight and make sure it’s not flooding you.
Also, as a semi-consistent inbox zero person with a deeply unhealthy relationship to my unread(#) counts, I have officially disabled that shit.
Wole Soyinka, via givemesomethingtoread
This is the best quote on religion I’ve seen since Zora Neale Hurston’s “Gods always behave like the people who make them.” Mostly because it comprehends the connection between purity and lack of tolerance, but partly because firing people into space is funny and Soyinka has (obviously) a fabulous sense of the dramatic.
true dat.*
*actually I do not know if this is true, since I think I fail at personality tests, based on my experience of getting different answers every time I take one of those fake shortened versions they give out in insightfully-oriented educational moments.


