J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
hailing from a family of fighter pilots,
my father’s sixties rebellion included
becoming whatever the hell this is
i just realized we process line breaks on the left
i judge how well my life’s going
by how long i have to scroll to see that joe wengert sketch
all the types of clouds
For the second time in the war, King Henry was found by the Yorkists in a tent, abandoned by his retinue, having apparently suffered another breakdown.
also love my trash cousins for lesser but still vibrant reasons
the list of things i love about my mom is TOO long
all of it
The related headlines placed directly below the tweet really bring it all home.
omfg it’s like gary bucey
I kind of love it.
My gut says they are 100% New Coke-ing ol’ Ronnie Mac, and this abomination will be retired by the end of summer.
Times like these I wish I had access to cool data, because I’m wondering if this sort of anthropomorphism plays better outside the US, or if Ronald plays a smaller historical role in non-domestic campaigns.
Either way, it seems clear “Happy” is their unofficial World Cup mascot, and come September, he will be shot behind the shed.
Joe Johnson, never stop being you.
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Jiwon Lee’s body was found Sunday. She’d been missing since April 1st.
If you need help, please reach out.
When the posters first went up, first on the trains, and then on every street corner, I didn’t recognize her. Even in Crown Heights, there’s one right on Classon and Prospect. I saw a guy…
This is a video I worked on with Jo Firestone about this topic, and I was really proud of how it turned out.
Suicide is something I love to talk about, because there’s not a day goes by that it doesn’t crop up in my mind. That’s not a good thing or a bad thing—it’s just a thing, and one that, with lots of hard work, I have learned to manage in the same manner as ear-tunneling song lyrics.
When your brain operates this way, maybe the most difficult part is you don’t think you can let anyone know. Because they’ll think you’re weak, or a danger. Or that you’re unnecessarily bringing them down. In bit-based communities, this is doubly hard. Nobody wants to be the person with the Pigpen cloud of sadness hanging around them. If you’re not careful, you can get in a place, for months, where your mouth becomes a mask and nobody seems to notice the light leaking out from your eyes.
I’m not an expert on the subject, or a mental health professional, but I am a dude who has spent many hours before morning staring dead straight into the abyss. And while there are no universally-applicable elements to anyone’s situation, I do know that never in history has this sort of problem ever gotten better without talking about it.
If you’re suffering in private, or in public, you should always try to remember that people are so much more understanding then you give them credit for. Some of the best moments I have ever had talking to another comic were when I’ve had the courage to say “hey, can we stop trying to tag this, I feel like I’m about to scream”. Some of the worst were when I didn’t.
I didn’t know Jiwon Lee, and so I can’t really say whether we would have gotten along. But we went to the same school, at the same time, and we were interested in the same things. And I’d like to think, had we gotten the chance, we both could’ve helped one another. It is sad to think how easy such opportunities are missed.
Our minds are always at war with themselves, and their worst fucking weapon is they make us think our allies are not all around.
“Can I have some of your hair?” Phillip English isn’t kidding. So, after hesitating a beat, I pluck a strand of hair from my head. He gingerly places the hair in a small baggie, seals it shut, and writes my name on it with a Sharpie. “One concept of magic is …
Oh Hi Bedford and Bowery.
"Fred and Joe are soft-spoken and gentle; Phil is a Tasmanian devil."
from here on in, solely referring to joe as “a craftsman”