“The phone was ringing, the IM’s were coming in, emails…!” And I was like, “And when do I get my money”.
…The first bald guy is not yet his lover — they are business colleagues, they met at the cafe in newton, the man is a programmer – a consultant who works from home.
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Go Away, far
Far Away.
Chu!I reach my heel back, swift kick to the rockhard gut Chu! Then airborne, squinting [...]
How much suffering will learning’s name impose, Until at last these learnéd things fall short And fail to pacify the hell, Of life in educated misery…. An enigma; yet just as bound by laws of flesh and bone; We only fool ourselves with fantasies Of evading the world’s corporeality.
I quickly realized I had struck gold; “Tonight Tonight” was just a warmup, quite an epic one at that, but still—very much still a warmup for the main event: the buzz-sawing Zero; the crushingly distorted Bodies; Bullet With Butterfly Wings, with its hilarious chorus, “Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage”.
…>While it is not clear to me if the motivating power of death metal is generating a vanguard of _energetic youth_ or drawing artistic and creative young people into a trap of _naive individualism_, I believe that the political significance of musical sound is rooted in the _meanings that the participants constitute_ and the consequences of those meanings for the participants’ lives and the larger society.
Most people don’t believe in ADHD.1
Then they meet me.2
>”Elinor saw nothing to censure in him but a propensity of saying too much what he thought on every occasion, without attention to persons or circumstances. In hastily forming and giving his opinion of other people, in sacrificing general politeness to the enjoyment of undivided attention [...]
The old VHS tape clicks into motion—rotational to lineal to magnetic to image.
The air is filled with echoes of deep past—I feel reverberations, but this might as well be my primary source. The camera settles on a fidgety boy of about five years, happiness and innocence bubbling from his grinning face. He begins his joke [...]
Most people don’t believe in ADHD. Then they meet me.
>Ohhh, so _that’s_ it…!
Yeah.
__Well, I’ll be…__
He walks by sliding his chin back and forth through the air, swimming forwards, the rest of his body trailing behind. He wears the blue uniform of an off-duty athlete proudly. His hair is slicked back impeccably, like a real Italian, or perhaps an _American Psycho_.
>The physical condition of the traction properties in Chicago is now at its maximum, and unquestionably is above that of any other city in the United States.
–Bion J. Arnold, Chief, Board of Supervising Engineers. _Citizens’ Bulletin_, Cincinnati. June 15, 1912.
In the old days, back in 1630, it took two days to get a shipment [...]
