June 2009
May 2009
Dear Columbus,
I know summer is nearly upon us, so I just wanted to send you a quick note. The temperature is already starting to rise and I know that makes you restless, but just keep a few things in mind. Please stop sucker punching people, if that’s all you can do to show how manly you are then you need to stop being a cunt. Also please stop knocking people’s teeth out that never did anything to...
dear nba playoffs, it was fun while it lasted.
(via:annfran)
I remain firmly committed to net neutrality
– President Barack Obama
The thought of net neutrality when most telecom gets wired through US cables is such a farce.
Hey you! ya, you, cute tourist chick with the iphone. I see you are using GPS...
– Albert Einstein (via einsteinsayswhat)
(how funny is this fucking tumblr?) (very!)
Meyer Hawthorne - I Wish It Would Rain
How long before TFLN becomes as boring as FML?
If you’re married or have kids (illegitimate don’t count) you’re not allowed to use either.
Am I the only one in the world..
who doesn’t like tilt-shift photos?
According to the craps superstition Virgin Principle, a female first time craps...
A Tennis Gambler Looks for a Fix →
Russian Bettor Follows Players Online, Watches Them at Hotels; Offering Money to Throw a Match
It’s very difficult to have perfect knowledge about who they’re...
– US Intel Official on Pyongyang and recent events
That phrase “perfect knowledge” is usually used when we don’t have a fucking clue, let alone a ‘perfect’ one.
(via WSJ)
Things I hold dear:
immortality
impeccable music tastes
developing sense of right/wrong
checking your Facebook
honour
riding for the sake of it, no destinaton
Major Lazer ft. Andy Milonakis - Zumbie
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since...
– ernest hemingway (via omfgbikes)
Friday night..
a kid who was in my English 266 (Intro to Writing Poetry) class, who was clearly the most talented, said that my poem on gambling was one of his favorites from the quarter. I found that a bit obscene as I had never written a poem before that class. He said I should submit it for publication, to which I replied with ‘we need to get you a shot’ even though he was probably too far drunk.