derail your own train
"it's not the words that count, but the rush of what is said." jack said that.
stephen colbert’s answer to the “accidental racist” song. so good.
tmstringfellow: this is for you
though most things are
i arch my back
to the rhythm of any desire
you choose i leave
my engagement ring
at home
would gladly leave
it on any shelf
however high
however impossible
most times,
shit every time
i’m with you
i feel like a note
edith piaf is singing
maybe i’m not being clear
this…
David Remnick: The Brothers Tsarnaev
The sense of bland unknowingness (“He seemed so nice!”) began to evaporate the closer we got to the Tsarnaev brothers. Tamerlan’s YouTube channel features a series of videos in support of fundamentalism and violent jihad. Dzhokhar’s Twitter feed is a bewildering combination of banality and disaffection. (He seems to have been tweeting even after the explosions at the finish line last Monday.) As you scan it, you encounter a young man’s thoughts: his jokes, his resentments, his prejudices, his faith, his desires.
why can’t i stop complaining?
on the transplant service this month, but have had some overflow medicine patients. and man, are they classic medicine patients: (1) patient who left AMA after being admitted for IV pain meds (2) patient who pseudoseized several times resulting in several rapid responses (3) 83 y/o patient of a private attending, here forever, culminating in being ruled out for TB (4) sick 59 y/o eventually refusing medical care and ripping out lines, resulting in a prolonged psych/capacity eval. seriously, you can’t make this stuff up.
Saturday Night (j/k)
Architectural Density in Hong Kong
With seven million people, Hong Kong is the 4th most densely populated places in the world. However, plain numbers never tell the full story. In his ‘Architecture of Density’ photo series, German photographer Michael Wolf explores the jaw-dropping urban landscapes of Hong Kong. He rids his photographs of any context, removing any sky or horizon line from the frame and flattening the space until it becomes a relentless abstraction of urban expansion, with no escape for the viewer’s eye. Infinite and haunting.
Editor’s Note: Co-signed.
this is making me feel so uncomfortable
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haaa