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The Mad Ones

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.

“Lord Almighty.”

“Christ keep shit in check.”

“But Schlink it’s like, God, what if I bought a thing of whiskey.”

“Don’t”

“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. 

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alittlespace: david: Forbes: Tumblr’s David Karp on why he loves New York 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. YOLO

alittlespace:

david:

Forbes: Tumblr’s David Karp on why he loves New York

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.

YOLO

(Source: 30under30, via brooklynmutt)

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thedailywhat: 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.” [wapo]

thedailywhat:

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.” 

[wapo]

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scout:

popculturebrain:

DC Pierson schools a lazy student.

THIS RULES.

This is just wonderful. The internet loses and then wins. 

Author!  Author!

Suck it, Quora. 

(Source: dcpierson)

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anniewerner:

natefreeman:

Summer playlist!

Hollywood Nate!

Don’t quit your day job. 

(Source: Spotify)

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So this happened. 

So this happened. 

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joecoscarelli: Driving out of the city last weekend, we heard “Stay Schemin’” four or five times before losing local rap radio. The song sort of plods in that setting because it’s long and the censoring robs the lyrical delivery of any gravitas while creating a lot of blank space in the hook. By the time the third verse comes around — the one by French Montana, who also sings the chorus — it feels like it’s been forever, but there’s one more special nugget, at around the 3:35 mark, in a couplet that references Jim Jarmusch. Montana begins, “From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dog/ Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog,” but because of the way the snare hits fall, paired with his regional accent and enunciation, it sounds like he says, according to many on the internet, “Fanute the coupe…” He doesn’t — too few syllables — but the word (while not yet on Urban Dictionary) is taking on a life of its own, and has since been defined as to “get money,” or more generally, to do away with or swap. But that’s subject to change. I’ve been checking the term using Twitter’s search function for a few weeks now, and I keep waiting for Complex.com to write an explainer, but it hasn’t arrived yet. Misheard lyrics might’ve once been an intimate experience resulting in a brief embarrassment among a small group (“one-winged dove,” for me) but now we’re sharing, giggling publicly, and innovating. French Montana could use another catchphrase.

joecoscarelli:

Driving out of the city last weekend, we heard “Stay Schemin’” four or five times before losing local rap radio. The song sort of plods in that setting because it’s long and the censoring robs the lyrical delivery of any gravitas while creating a lot of blank space in the hook. By the time the third verse comes around — the one by French Montana, who also sings the chorus — it feels like it’s been forever, but there’s one more special nugget, at around the 3:35 mark, in a couplet that references Jim Jarmusch.

Montana begins, “From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dog/ Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog,” but because of the way the snare hits fall, paired with his regional accent and enunciation, it sounds like he says, according to many on the internet, “Fanute the coupe…” He doesn’t — too few syllables — but the word (while not yet on Urban Dictionary) is taking on a life of its own, and has since been defined as to “get money,” or more generally, to do away with or swap. But that’s subject to change. I’ve been checking the term using Twitter’s search function for a few weeks now, and I keep waiting for Complex.com to write an explainer, but it hasn’t arrived yet.

Misheard lyrics might’ve once been an intimate experience resulting in a brief embarrassment among a small group (“one-winged dove,” for me) but now we’re sharing, giggling publicly, and innovating. French Montana could use another catchphrase.