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beefranck:

sblaufuss:

[differing opinion, citing hearsay as fact to support it]

Terse reply meant to shame original poster.

Ad hominem attack with offensive neologism indicating substandard intelligence[over-emphatic punctuation]

Posted on April 11, 2012 via bananacasts with 68 notes

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surrealfootball:

nprradiopictures:

Photo By Optickarma

This photo was taken by Optickarma, one of our Flickr group users, at the end of the England versus Holland soccer match at the Wembley Stadium on Feb 29. The photo is a long exposure shot of around 80,000 fans emptying the stadium after the match and heading towards the subway station. The mounted police regulate the crowd to prevent overcrowding in the station.

Submit to The Picture Show Flickr group here.

Cool.

Posted on March 23, 2012 via NPR Radio Pictures with 905 notes

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Followed by his first response to a reporter’s question:

“I am not a sports guy…”

merlin:

grantimatter:

Good lord. We really have inherited the Earth. Now what do we do with it?

3/13/12: White House Press Briefing, in which White House Press Secretary Jay Carney proclaims Guided By Voices to be the greatest rock’n’roll band of the modern era. The Dayton bit starts about 24 seconds in. Love it.

[ via andrewtsks:jasonbaldwin]

I’ve watched it five times and I still have no words.

Apart from: “TWO, THREE, FOW!”

Posted on March 15, 2012 via drunk with power with 89 notes

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Here’s a guy …

jamesadomian:

Todd Glass: “It’s time that bullies stop bullying and we bully them.”

WTF with Marc Maron - Episode 245 - Todd Glass

This is a watershed moment for comedy. We love you, Todd!

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Posted on January 17, 2012 via High Noon in the Garden of Good & Evil with 253 notes

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Some realizations take a decade to come to—a girlfriend breaking up with you in a way that let you know that it was okay to say this ends, that it was okay not to move through recriminations and regrets.

And other realizations are right there, fully formed at the moment that you experience them.

Elliott Smith playing Miss Misery on the Academy Awards was one of those moments. It was a moment that I saw myself in Culture. Culture with a capital C. Saw my friends, my crushes, my most romantic or overblown reaches toward…you know, reaches toward a better life, far from a small mid-western company town or a lazy, post grad working a terrible video store serving horrible people life.

There he was, looking small on stage in his ill-fitting suit, brown sleeves sticking out guitar, strapped high. There he was, staring down at the microphone as the set parted behind him and two spot lights trained on him. A fan dance of lights from the wings and he’s already in the first verse before the camera gets settled.

At first, he looks fragile. But the further he gets into the song the more you imagine him tensed like a boxer ready to take a punch or a boyfriend ready to get dumped. He seems enclosed somehow. Small, sure but a tense ball of vibrato. And when he leans back after taking a fall his eyes do it. They do it and I like to imagine anyone my age saw it and knew it. In them I swore I saw that brief how-did-I-get-here followed by a this-is-all-bullshit. This is all just bullshit. But then his eyes look forward. And that voice continues. And so he does.

Do you miss me. He sings it in the face of all that is ridiculous. This private thing, this quiet voice that carves a space for a whisperer and one leaning to listen is asked to be in the world, is asked to create in the middle of all that is big, false, overproduced, sold-out, they-were-better-before world. He sings even though it is ridiculous. The stage, the crowd, the awards, the lights. He sings in spite of, or is it that he sings because he needs to sing?

Since that night in 1998, I’ve always meant to become a fan of Elliot Smith, but it never quite clicked. There are a handful of songs I love, but no digging into the deep cuts yields that sense of identification I had in 1998. Even still, I’m left with this little thought as strong today as it was nearly 14 years ago, it is possible to create a life even if you are sandwiched between Celine Dion and Michael Bolton.

Posted on January 10, 2012