I identify as a rando
Like, my anxious/self-hating fantasies have always been about committing some egregious moral error to the horror of perfectly decent strangers, whose stern but graceful rebukes are then roundly applauded by all, just like some stranger on tumblr/twitter/Facebook who pops up out of nowhere in a rage and gets a snappy yet controlled takedown in response, and some deep part of me feels that that is just the kind of being I am, fundamentally
months ago i came up with a fancy way of writing my result so it’s a really short clean-looking equation, and i figured that must be the “correct” way to write it, and now every time i look at it i don’t understand it and have to reconstruct what it means concretely
owned…….
remember when i was talking about how i find alex jones oddly compelling sometimes? like the persona rather than the specific beliefs?
look at this thing of beauty
We are in many ways neo-medieval. In our historical moment, visual icons have once again become the predominant means of relaying information. We too live in a present deeply referenced to the past (to 1977, say) and deeply apprehensive about an apocalyptic future. We too have spent much of our epoch recombining elements, placing the age-old icons in new, deracinated contexts. Sure, we have technology now, though postmodern culture has given us the benefits of the Enlightenment without its technical underpinnings. We illuminate things like Merlins, flipping light switches. It’s one big special effect. Once again, effortless will appears to rule. Magic seems to be everywhere.
i am sleep deprived and incapable of on-brand framing devices, but: i just wanted to inflict on you all this especially half-assed stab at connecting the present to the author’s personal era of interest
new political spectrum
Me, watching a David Lynch movie: come on, gimme another scene with the creepy quiet low-pitch drone sound
David Lynch movie: [scene transition]
David Lynch movie: [creepy quiet low-pitch drone sound]
Me: aww yeah, that’s my shit right there
you guys wanna have a good time? here’s the goop gift guide for 2016, now unusually self-aware. i guess it’s compensating for gwynnie. features a portable yurt and $120 toothpaste
four words: “vintage Limoges banana box”
i’m not going to lie and say there’s a world where i don’t urgently desire the vintage limoges banana box. to keep my banana in
hello, is this oneblade? i would like my $2500 back. i am not satisfied with my serial number
(via eudaemaniacal)
sometimes you look at some magicians and you’re like “yeah, okay. that’s a reasonable number of magicians, right there.” and then, sometimes,