Uncle Karl
(Source: wetheurban)
This has become my boilerplate response to all of the tin foil hat emails I’m getting from older relatives about Google stealing all of their privacy.
One of my favorite bloggers and his wisdom pearls.
(Source: badxmeetsxevil)
Christmas was a blur
#of good tidings this year…
As the new year approaches us, let us not forget the indignant cable network that has fought triumphantly to build a nation of uneducated asshats.
Bitter laughter.
Delete your media.
Buy land.
The Quiet Revolution is people buying local food, supporting community businesses, living green, and sharing resources.
From where I was seated
I could clearly make out the white tassel hanging loosely from the belt loop of the old man’s trousers - and knew, as I slowly raised my head, that at the very top what I would see was none other than the circular shape of the notorious
kippah
Treat yo’ self!
#parksandrecreation(Source: bringtheruckuss)
hardy
It rained all day while I toiled through 12 hours of uninspiring work. Lately, it’s never anything worth talking about, let alone doing. Tall guy told me to “walk up the fucking stairs” before shoulder checking me with his hand bag. His handbag. Somedays I meet a stranger’s eye across the train and I’m pretty sure they can see
The Fire Burning
In
The
Chest.
#hard knock life city
What it feels like to work in Advertising
(Source: eatsleepdraw)
She salty…
Mr. Big Man sitting across from me. Your voice fills up the station as do your opinions - which are poor by the way. While your companion speaks to you softly - your responses to him are loud and obnoxious. Shutup.
A guy walks into a meaningless universe. He sees this gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar. It’s obvious she’s never read a word of Dostoevsky, much less Kierkegaard. So he says to her, “Is it meaningless in here, or is it just me?,” and she says, “My place or yours?”
