trouble will find me.
Our new “Burger of the Day” chalkboard in the writers hallway.
Dedicated today to the late, great Harold Ramis.
|—||From the Wikipedia page for Tropicana Field. The beginning of the end for Blockbuster.|
When I meet a fly honey at the club and I’m trying to describe U2’s general vibe, I often struggle. So thank you, NYT, for finally, like Cyrano de Bergerac, giving me the words I need: “barefoot funkiness.” I might even extend that description to emphasize the funk aspect, adding a modifier like “stanky” or “nasty” (NB those are good words in funk studies).
We are definitely both bummed about the rain on the parade today.
push comes to shove (1970)
See my ode to Jell-O’s killer tumblr on 50 Watts: Stacks of Books Crushing You
For more thoughts on the necessity of student spheres to protest generally, check our Last Interview and Other Conversations: Hannah Arendt