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“ …I’ll be dead. And you know what I’ll have left behind? A life of unfulfilled dreams, a shelf of unread books and three unopened seasons of Six Feet Under on DVD.
Alan Harper from Two and a Half Men, That Special Tug.
lou:
Carré, in the 2nd street tunnel.
sun_MG_9522 (via *p.)
SICK NOTES
LOUIS THEROUX remembers his greatest vomits.
It’s a strange fact of my life that I’ve puked more than anyone I know. Name a London landmark, and I’ve probably vommed in it. I’ve yakked in the toilets of the Royal Academy at an exhibition by Elizabeth Frink. I’ve yooked between my legs during a production of Master Harold and the Boys at the National Theatre. (In an act of unsolicited kindness which I’ve never forgotten, the man in the seat in front began passing back Handy Andies, without looking round, as the play continued.) I’ve barfed off the back of a 37 bus on the Wandsworth Road, in the toilet of an electric train bound for Robert Moses State Park in Long Island, into a bin on the 42nd Street stop of the New York Subway BDFQ line, off beautiful Magdalen Bridge in Oxford, and in the cloisters of Westminster Abbey, close to Poets’ Corner.
HISTORY IS BUNK!
By Oliver Postgate, February 2005
Well, yes, OK… Maybe that does call for some explanation, or maybe even a retraction, because oviously history is an essential part of our lives. It is the memory of the life of the world. Without reference to it the human race would be helpless. What I am suggesting is something particular. It is this: that to use past history as the definitive indicator of how things are now and what should be done about them today, is a mistake.
In Defence of the Middlebrow
In the eighties, pop culture fought for the same critical treatment as the so-called highbrow arts. But, writes LOUIS THEROUX, the cultural grail lies somewhere in between
Hands up who remembers Warlord? Anyone? It was a bizarre jingoistic war comic, the same size and format as The Beano, but instead of ‘Minnie the Minx’ and; Little Plum’, the stories were all about plucky English tommies dog fighting with the Germans and shoutng ‘Die Hun! Die!’ I swear it had about five hundred distinct phonetic renderings of the noise a machine gun makes. I subscribed to it for a year or so in the seventies and even became a member of the top-secret Warlord fanclub (it wasn’t called a ‘fanclub’, of course; it was some sort of intelligence agency and I remember the induction letter contained strict instructions to ‘memorise and destroy!’. Funny thing was, despite subscribing to it and joining the club and thinking of myself as ‘a Warlord kind of a boy’, I didn’t care a toss for Warlord. I’d never read more than one story before I’d stash it away in an upstairs cupboard and go and read my brothers Beano cover to cover.
National Geographic’s International Photography Contest 2009 - The Big Picture - Boston.com
“Nazroo, a mahout (elephant driver), poses for a portrait while taking his elephant, Rajan, out for a swim in front of Radha Nagar Beach in Havelock, Andaman Islands. Rajan is one of the few elephants in Havelock that can swim, so when he is not dragging timber in the forest he is used as a tourist attraction. The relationship between the mahout and his elephant usually lasts for their entire lives, creating an extremely strong tie between the animal and the human being.”
Photo and caption by Cesare Naldi
A clip from The Daily Show about ten-year old Will Phillips, who’s making a stand for gay rights at his school, and how we should stick up for him.
“ I really don’t feel that there’s currently liberty and justice for all.
ten-year-old Will Phillips on gay rights in the USA.
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shopping for blood by franz ferdinand
itrainedinnewyorktoo by jonny greenwood (via w.a.s.t.e. central)
