Posts for Thursday, 10 April 2008
A first for ‘08 today: Mr Softee after school (the truck started coming last week - a little early methinks, but nevertheless welcome). Two x double vanilla choc and peanut dipped cones; one x two ball screwball. So Bad, but so, so freakin’ good.
Mister Softee is my absolute favorite part of summer!
4 Plays
Thank GOD for Animal Collective. Modern music would be very boring without them. This is the title track from their new Water Curses EP.
I woke up singing “Grass” in my head and now I realize it was because I read this right before bed. Hey - it’s 70 degrees outside, play music loud!
(via sarahisrad)
Its one step worse than the morning commute on the F train. Right now people just wait for the next train when people’s faces are smooshed on the glass, but if someone was there to push people in I think they’d go along with it.
Anyone buying the hype that Rabbit Habits is Man Man’s most contagious “pop” record hasn’t been paying attention. For all their mess, older songs like “Banana Ghost” were as infectious as any current pop-hop hit.
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A denver neighborhood’s foreclosures since early 2006.
I owned a house in Denver which was also foreclosed on in 2006. Closer to downtown though, too bad this map doesn’t show foreclosures in my old neighborhood. I think it’s funny that I was starving and barely able to survive in Denver, but am flourishing in NYC which is supposedly “so hard to survive” in (or so everyone says).
Ann Althouse took this very cool photo of the strange Financial District fog this morning. I work in one of the buildings shown.
It looks like Ghostbusters or something!
eec:
black flag hair - a timeline
I waited an hour. A FUCKING HOUR in line for the dressing room. I could see the line for the registers which took up half the store and looked twice as long, and it kindof made me hope that nothing fit right so I could just leave and get the whole thing over with.
Luckily, the people designing for Forever 21 not only have a penchant for really boring clothes made with plain solid colors, but also for making the most un-wearable cuts EVER. The shirts looked like boxes - I may as well have put a plastic grocery bag on and drawn some buttons on front. It would probably last longer then that crap anyway.
One of the dresses was a logistical nightmare and would neither unbutton nor unzip far enough to get over my head. Then it got stuck and I had to use some serious willpower not to just rip it off of me. I guess I should have opted for one of those sweet maternity-core dresses instead, since they’re like one size fits all or something.
An hour and a half after entering as a cheerful girl with money burning a hole in her pocket, I left an angry, sweaty tangled-hair mess. And I stole some sweet technicolor headbands as payment for making me spend over an hour of my life which I will never get back in that godawful fucking store in that horrendous fucking line listening to some lame techno CD which was turned up to 11 and skipping the entire time. See ya later alligator.