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Bittersweet/Dirt Off Your Shoulder - Jay-Z/Verve (mashup)
via fred-wilson:
mashup
found this on the hype machine this morning. very nice.
Thanks to fred, i listened to this on my Tumblr dashboard yesterday and was in my head all day. So good.
yussssss
"of course, the risk of assessing evolving standards is that it is all too easy to believe that evolution has culminated in one’s own views."
antonin scalia
Stop What You’re Doing And Watch The Hell Out Of This of the Day: And just like that, the Iron Man 2 trailer makes its way online.
In theaters May 7, 2010.
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NNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLDKJSDFJSDLKFJJDHFDALSKDJALKSFHSDLKDJASLKJOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG
i like long walks and sci-fi movies
if you’re six foot tall and east coast bred
some lonely night we can get together
and i’m gonna tie your wrists with leather
and drill a tiny hole into your head
because i bake when i’m stressed, and anyway they are chocolate with this kind of whippy white frosting and i swear to you they taste JUST LIKE HOSTESS CUPCAKES but sans chemicals. HELP ME
here’s where things stand as of this second: i am COMPLETELY FINISHED with all of my finals save one tomorrow. the one that is going to KILL ME because i have not attended this class since the midterm. on the one hand, i studied for said midterm from wikipedia and got an a, and on the other hand i am PANICKING. anyway, i’ve got this twelve-pack of coke zero and a box of cheerios and some serious willpower. some moderate willpower. whatever. all i know is i am SO CLOOOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEE you guys. cross fingers for me.
nedhepburn: (via davidpress:bibliotheque)
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.there is no other way.
and there never was.
-Charles Bukowski
It has another name. To me this is just Crikey!
Serves 1
- 1.5 ounces Irish whiskey (preferably Jameson)
- 4 ounces Irish Cream ice cream (I used Ben and Jerry’s Dublin Mudslide but Haagen Dazs Baileys Irish Cream would be good, too)
- 12 ounces Guinness beer (or any other stout beer)
- Pour the whiskey into a pint glass.
- Add the ice cream to the glass.
- Slowly pour the Guinness over the ice cream, making sure that a head forms. Serve immediately.
Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD. ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
I have nothing more to say.
WHAT IS THIS I DONT EVEN
okay so yeah i want this.
i want to try this but i think i’d throw up after about 3 bites/sips/however you ingest it.
GET. IN. ME. NOW.
(via whatthefuckdoineedtoknow)
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!