Nevermen are TV On The Radio’s Tunde Adebimpe, Faith No More’s Mike Patton and Adam “Doseone” Drucker, and they have made what would be the soundtrack to an amazing Disney movie.
★★ The snow blew in a little late, filled the air fine and thick for a while, and then blew out: an ordinary and ineffectual bit of winter.
Remember how the Internet used to be good? If you’re below a certain age you do not. Sorry. It must be awful to hear old people always going on about how the Internet once brought things other than pain, despair and a self-loathing so refined that its shame is only surpassed by the way the very idea of diving into the Internet’s bottomless well of sewage sickens you even as you leap, which you do each day despite of the vomitty feeling it inspires before, during and after.
It’s natural to wonder how long the subsidies Amazon has so generously provided to our perpetually broke national postal system to deliver approximately forty percent of its packages will last, given that Amazon can’t help but to absorb the things that its partners do for it, whether it’s publishing books, producing TV shows, cranking out wipes, spinning HDMI cables, or transporting the items that its forty-six million (or more!
If you’re in New Orleans right now you’re drunk and have been for the last few days. If you’re anywhere else you’re figuring out how soon you can drink and what you’ll listen to while you do it.
★★★ Gray squirrels flowed over grayish ground under a gray sky. The children were playing at their video game in real life, gathering the many fallen sticks into their inventory.
As of last week, the Gawker editorial union was planning to walk out and take the sites dark this Wednesday because management would not negotiate over a guaranteed annual cost of living salary increase—the union had asked for around six percent, management offered zero.
Let’s just try to sneak into this week without drawing too much attention to ourselves, okay? Once we’re safely settled in we can figure a way to quietly get out of it but for now everyone should do their best to be as unobtrusive as possible, because as stupid and loud as the weekend was things are about to get so much worse over the next few days.
★★ One last snowbank still looked like a snowbank; the next one was just a little clump of ice chips on the wet mulch.
In January, following a year of stalled growth and financial disappointment, Twitter shed nearly half of its core leadership.
“I wondered what she did,” Alice Adams wrote of a fellow Greyhound passenger in the New Yorker in 1981, “what job took her from Oakland to Vallejo.” Adams had gotten on the wrong bus.
Even if you are, as am I, a staunch defender of the classic rotation of seasons—the promise of spring, the seduction of summer, the crispness of fall and the grim determination of winter—you can still probably find some amusement in what appears to be our new Mystery Mix order of weather wherein one day it’s May and the next it’s November.
★ The morning was so dark that the mirrored tower was failing at mirroring. It had rained already. The last snowbanks on the cross street were eroded and diminished.
Good news, the New York Times had a higher profit in 2015 than it did in 2014. That extra profit did not come from an increase in revenue as digital finally offset the momentous decline in print—how great would that be?
Proverbs Who knows best a pineapple’s heart? A knife. Words are good, but fowls lay eggs. A hungry stomach makes a short prayer.
2015 sucked, but Sofie Winterson’s “I Only Wanted You” was an undeniable bright spot. Based on early returns it looks like 2016 is going to suck even worse, so at least we’ve still got Sofie Winterson stopping by with tiny delights such as this to help us through, for whatever that’s worth.
★★★★ The reflected light showcased a clean, fresh mound of fill sitting by a trench being cut into Broadway.
no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place pulling off his shoes an
A photo posted by nana. (@jjoongie) on Dec 8, 2015 at 1:56pm PST Recently, the New York City Housing Authority sued St.
23. “She’s nothing like a girl you’ve ever seen before/nothing you can compare to your neighborhood ho/I’m trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful… a sexy bitch” — “Sexy Bitch,” David Guetta feat.