My sister and I at our brother’s high school graduation in Gettysburg. 1993? 94? It was the day OJ Simpson was in the car chase.
LET'S GO MATHIAS
Originally from GETTYSBURG, PA
Lives in BROOKLYN, NY
And is the Associate Editor New York at
The Huffington Post.
contact:
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Jive Bombers- Bad Boy
saw this at Brooklyn Museum this weekend. So bach.
Then: “Men Reading” by J. C. Leyendecker
j.c.leyendecker: men reading
FUCK YEAH BEARDS
“I cultivate this beard not for the usual given reasons of skin trouble or pain of shaving, nor for the secret purpose of covering a weak chin, but as pure decoration, much as a peacock finds pleasure in his tail. And finally, in our time a beard is the one thing a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.”
-John Steinbeck, p. 32, “Travels With Charley”
NYPD Cops Call Paradegoers ‘Animals’, ‘Savages’
From an article I posted today:
The vibrant and colorful West Indian Day Parade is a source of familiar tension between police and Brooklyn’s Caribbean community. During this year’s festivities, which were particularly violent, some of the floats’ MCs could be heard saying “We love the NYPD!”— an attempt to bridge a divide, that after today’s news, will likely grow wider (and to remember how much fun some of the cops were having!)
Every day there’s a new NYPD scandal.
While buying batteries at the bodega this weekend, a man crying at the counter buying a Corona. “The cops! The cops killed my cousin!” he said. “Fucking white cops! I can’t take it no more! I’m gonna kill ‘em!”
Any Little Game- Freak Week
Amazing bachelor music video shot in Ocean City, NJ in September by the boys at Wildwood featuring Michael Rae.
via The Daily Dish:
Frank Jacobs extols our “invisible obstacles”:
Borders seemed to mark the edge of the known world. Or, inversely, they were the high water marks of the Great Unknown, the Eternal Other. … Tracing them across the globe, we find enclaves and exclaves, disputed and neutral zones, improbably straight and impossibly jagged borders, deadly borders born in war and old ones almost faded into irrelevance. Borders reflect humanity’s need for obstacles, for a line in the sand between Them and Us. And even if they coincide with rivers or mountain ranges, they remain entirely human constructs. They are there because we expect them to be, because the map says that they are.
The Happiest Girl In The USA- Donna Fargo
There is no IRL. This is everything.
“Each year of your twenties is worth three in regular time. The decade moves like dog years except that in the end you suddenly turn 30 as if you didn’t just age a single lifetime. Something happens between the ages of 20 and 25…”
“We are not so mysterious. If you want to get to know someone infinitely better, meet their parents for five minutes. We are attracted to people who were loved in the ways we were loved as children. We are attracted to people who are lacking in ways we understand.
We are all terrified to take our clothing off and equally eager to show our genitals to each other. Do not be so afraid. We tell people we love them when we are unprepared. When we don’t mean it. When we’re drunk. When we’re sober but filled with so many delicious chemicals in our infant skulls standing on our baby deer legs naked in the dark that we may as well be drunk.
Mostly, your relationships will end. You will hold people close to you with the knowledge that everyone is on a timeline. That everyone’s heart will eventually stop beating. Most of the time, though, things will not be this grim. If they were, no one would get laid.
The right people will be your memory bank. The right people will bring out the best in you.
Some people are the wrong people. Do not confuse them with the rare people who are inherently evil or bad. These people are just not for you.”
“There is no IRL. This is everything.”
from “What We Have Going For Us” by Drew Zandonella-Stannard on The Hairpin
The Temptations and The Supremes cover of “The Weight”.
Holy shit.
