this is a true story that happened at the Greyhound station in Seattle on Christmas Eve, 2006 man: are you Irish? me: no. man: are you sure? you got red hair and a green coat. me: I’m sure. but thank you.
it seems that a lot of people I know have come upon hard times recently. here are three songs that really helped me in times when I felt like, “I’ve fallen in love & graduated from college & I still don’t know what my life’s about or even who I am anymore & also The Man is bringing me down more than ever.” so yeah, what I’m saying is, “The Shins actually did change my life one time on I-5 just past the Terwiliger Curves.” I submit, for your downloading & listening pleasure:
a sample: “the only thing keeping us deriding furries on the Internet instead of going to their furry conventions and rapidly exterminating them is the Jewish influence upon society.”
one thing about Weev that’s funny to me—and there are many—is that I find him attractive in much the same way I do Eli Roth, who he somewhat resembles in both looks and being a total dick, & who is one of the more famous Jews around.
thanks to Billy for his creepily in-depth archive of links on trolling.
It’s not that I do this because I hate them. I do this because I’m trying to save them.
this is a really interesting New York Times article from a couple of years ago, written by Mattathias Schwartz. I love this kind of long-form journalism because the means & methods of writing & researching are as interesting as the topic itself: trolls. and the questions trolling raises about justice & security.
I met their friend Kate, who has been repeatedly banned from playing XBox Live for racist slurs, which she also enjoys screaming at white pedestrians. Kate checked my head for lice and kept calling me “Jew.” Relations have since warmed. She now e-mails me puppy pictures and wants the names of fun places for her coming visit to New York.
Lost is the first nerd fandom I’ve embraced wholeheartedly, but the fandom is a big part of why I love it so much. & by that, I mean I love it when really funny people describe to me things I have already seen & I am totally in on all the jokes.
A while ago I shared the poem that made me realize I was an atheist (Anne Sexton: “need is not belief”). I have also extolled Philip Larkin’s ability to express truths in beautiful English. In one of his other Greatest Hits (behind the cut), Larkin describes exactly why I still miss church, even if I don’t miss G-d. (and that’s not all! there’s more! there are songs!)