I walked into the theater where Sam was sitting and it was empty. No one else wanted to see On The Road in the West Village. The seats were old and they made squeaks when you took them back.
After a minute two girls walked in. They had good hair. They had no idea what they were walking into. It was a second after they sat coats-off a row behind me and Sam when I talked loud so they could hear.
"Christ keep shit in check."
"But Schlink it’s like, God, what if I bought a thing of whiskey."
"Hey, girls, if I bought a thing of whiskey, wanna split it."
The other two people in the auditorium, the two girls, giggled like they meant it. They said yes and moved next to us while I was dispatched to the nearest liquor store, and good luck it was just next door. The movie flickered on and I took the thing and undid it.
I loved the movie. As I’m no critic, of film or basically anything else, I feel right in taking On The Road as a thing to talk about. It is a mandate I have. From the place where I first read the book to now is miles. It takes time to get there. The title is, for once, literal. That’s nice. It is natural for me, too, seeing someone on the road observing, as I myself can’t drive. Here’s where I say that I too am Kerouac. He’s happy to get a cross-gearshift hand job from his best friend’s wife instead of taking the wheel. No explanation necessary as to why that’s in the movie. But maybe, here: taking the wheel actually is a different animal. I feel that.
As for the movie itself the scene is New Years Eve, going into 1949. Cassady had a dance with Marylou, Kristen Stewart, and Kristen Stewart is all hips and lips dancing to Charlie Parker’s “Salt Peanuts.”
I was outside after the movie ended. The two girls watched me have a smoke and then said they had work in the morning. Sam got on a subway. I was walking home when I remembered a nice bar, and I had a beer there not talking to the bartendress.
New York is truly the most creative city in the world; that is so much of what Tumblr is: a media network, a home for tens of millions of creators.
True story: The creative director thought it was very important that my shirt cuffs be fully expressed in this photo. I have to agree! Unfortunately, this is one of my many XS shirts that I normally role the sleeves up on. We ended up cutting the sleeves and taping the cuffs to my arms.
Forbes ruined my shirt.
The cuffs really make the photo.
Life-Affirming Study of the Day: A new study of 1,600 liberal arts majors in the Northeast, unveiled at this week’s American Sociological Association meeting, basically validates what everyone already knows — binge drinking in college is more fun than not binge drinking in college.
The study, which defines binge drinking as more than four drinks in a night for females, and five for males, found:
- Social satisfaction was higher among members of high-status groups (wealthy, white, male, Greek) than their low-status counterparts (poor, female, non-Greek, LGBTQ, minorities).
- Low-status students were able to increase their happiness with their social lives by binge drinking.
- Students who belonged to high-status groups were less socially satisfied if they did not binge drink.
“I would guess it has to do with feeling like you belong and whether or not you’re doing what a ‘real’ college student does,” says study co-author and Colgate University associate professor Carolyn HsuHsu. “It seems to be more about certain groups getting to define what that looks like.”
DC Pierson schools a lazy student.
This is just wonderful. The internet loses and then wins.
Suck it, Quora.