What’s that? oh you said DIDN’T need a gif of renee and i looking like creepy twins? weird… i could have sworn you said you did…
aaaand now i need to watch the tom baker seasons
What’s that, internet? You’d like a photo of Alan Cumming looking all dashing and smiley and talented after a phenomenal performance of Macbeth? WELL, YOU’RE IN LUCK.
|Tony:||you're the only person i know that actually earnestly uses facebook in order to keep people posted on what is happening in her life|
|Tony:||and that people seem to actually give a shit|
|me:||I KNOW IT IS INSANE|
|me:||and i RARELY get unfriended or mocked openly!|
|Tony:||that last sentence|
|Tony:||isn't that what life is all about? isn't that our primary objective|
|Tony:||to rarely be unfriended or mocked openly?|
|DEEP THOUGHTS GUYS. also, sorry i write so much on facebook about my life. BUT IT WILL NEVER STOP. so i am not really that sorry. you've gotten yourself into the situation, you know how to get out of it, if you want.|
After Secret Society tom’w, @letsgetshort & I DJ our 2nd DANCE PARTY. Union Hall, 9:30, free and open to ALL
This is our second SECRET SOCIETY DANCE MIXER, open not merely to Secret Society members, but also members of other Secret Societies (excluding the Damned Voles), and even those few people in Brooklyn and beyond who are members of NO SECRET SOCIETY AT ALL.
Doors will be open for dancing as soon as we wrap up the Sec Soc meeting at 9:30PM. Rees has been going INSANE on the Ableton and will have some amazing mashups for you. I will continue to spin things I downloaded from the internet in order to feel young again.
There will be special surprises.
Please retweet and retumbl and reface this. I want to create a fire hazard.
That is all.
Friends, let’s be serious… how can you NOT come to this? There is no way you have anything better to do BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING BETTER.
I never even liked dance parties that much and the inaugural secret society dance party was one of the most fun nights i have ever had. Do yourself a favor and come create a fire hazard with us.
Let’s Live Here by Jamie Lynn Schilling
Six thickly bound books make up this typical block of Philadelphia row homes, reflecting my interest in the hidden stories of my own neighborhood. In any community there is significance, meaning, and sometimes tension between who lives next to whom, much like books on a shelf. I use the book form as a metaphor, implying that there are stories here. Each carefully embroidered brick begs a closer look, an investigation of those stories. The altered books that comprise the text blocks vary in their content, though the narrative cannot be read from cover to cover. The stories of this community are found in the relationships between the books.
Some serious thinking is going on at Match Game. Let me walk you through it.
Fred Armisen is either still reeling from getting kissed by Jason Sudeikis, from kissing a girl in the audience who paid $200 for the privilege, or he’s contemplating writing down The Poo-mineers for the third time.
Jason Sudeikis might be calling back Jason Bateman to make sure he got the voicemail where we all yelled that he sucked. Or he’s texting Charlie Day to explain why an 11 year old said ‘…sorrybye’ then hung up on him after yelling ‘hey charlie, you fucking suck’ several times.
Jon Benjamin is wondering when he’ll get the opportunity to twerk again. To be fair, I think Jon Benjamin is probably always wondering that.
Wyatt Cenac is undoubtedly checking to see if bars have started serving his new drink, Dildo in a Studio Apartment.
Olivia Wilde is writing down words like ‘pussy steroids’ because she can (and she did).
Eugene Mirman may have just finished decorating a wine glass with a sharpie, asking a kid on the phone to get chinese food with him at 3am, or is essentially renaming himself Poopface Doodlepants (or something even more glorious than that?)
And those things only represent about one percent of the amazing things that occurred tonight. Plus a whole load of money was raised for 826NYC.
What I’m trying to say is my night was great, and if you want to run a stellar event you should probably enlist my talented and great friends. Oh and these awesome comedy celebrity folks (who are not my friends, BUT MAYBE THEY SHOULD BE, RIGHT?)
So check out the organization and all of these funny folks if you have a a minute.
19 April 2013
Waiting for the 6:47 train at Newark Penn Station, I do something unusual: I take my headphones off.
An announcement regarding delays continuously repeats and the phrase that resonates over and over is ‘police activity.’
Police activity, eh? I suppose you could call it that. Bit of an understatement, though.
When the Amtrak train pulls up, everyone on the platform seems to stop wandering about. I notice it is quieter than usual.
I look right:
Three police officers holding assault rifles pace tensely up and down the platform, alertly watching the doorways of the train.
Eventually, the doors close; the train begins to pull away. The officers exchange knowing glances, and slightly relax their grip on their weapons as they return to their posts.
I look left:
A laughing family of five hug a smiling old woman goodbye as she stands in the doorway of the departing train.
Eventually, the doors close; the train begins to pull away. They family members exchange knowing glances, and follow the train along the platform, grinning and waving at the woman as the train pulls away.
As the train leaves the station, everyone returns to milling about on the platform. Once again, a voice rings out ‘Due to police activity…’
Throughout this incident in Boston, the one thing I kept saying was “Stay safe and take care of each other,” mostly because I had no idea what to say and that is one sentiment that holds true in all situations.
From the two scenes at the train station, it’s clear that we are taking care of each other - just in very, very different ways.
I can’t help but hope that if we all did more of the second scenario, we’d have less of the first.
Take care of each other.
I wrote this on Friday, a few hours before they apprehended the suspect in Boston. I debated posting it, but the juxtaposition of these two disparate scenes had a real effect on me. and I want to remember that.