How I came to do this stupid but fun thing :

  1. Become acquainted with tehawesome on some sort of private chatroom run by mutual friends over the last few weeks. 
  2. See johndarnielle share Henry’s very amusing weather channel post. 
  3. Knowing you are going to see The Mountain Goast in concert a few days later, joke about getting a printout of the post signed.
  4. Forget to actually print it out, get saved by Erin
  5. See The Mountain Goats at the Old Town School, which is an awesome venue, but maybe you are biased, you volunteer there and have probably worked around 70 shows over the last 10 years. But seriously! You should both see The Mountain Goats live and see a show at OTS if you are near Chicago. Anyhow, I DIGRESS
  6. Ask John Darnielle to sign the printout. He is a kind and patient person, and you are not asking him to like, sign your chest or take a picture or anything, he signs the printout, you run off to drink beers with friends and feel warm about the world. 
  7. Clip the picture to your fridge.
  8. (In the future) Give the printout to Henry. Probably downtown, as you work so close to one another that you can look into his tall office building from your tall office building.

johndarnielle:

dtownsteez:

tehawesome:

I’ll keep doing weather.com clickbait headline rewrites until it no longer brings me joy.

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there’s enough things to be bummed about that I don’t really expend a lot of energy on this one but maaaaaaaan the weather channel was once one of the coolest things in the world it was so boring and awesome and real and now it’s a lure sent to Earth by Satan to try to make you despair well guess what some person I don’t know has turned that Satanic frown upside down. better luck next time, DEVIL

johndarnielle:

mrjimnewman:

Operatic legend Bidú Sayão, who was a leading soprano at the Met from 1937-1952 was one of a number of famous opera singers of her day to record for Columbia. This advertises her exclusivity with Columbia. #epic

this morning me and Roman danced in the kitchen to Bidú Sayão singin’ Gounod in glorious mono. I must work to see that the rest of today lives up to this high standard of right living 

Gounod’s Faust is probably my favorite opera, but I can’t find a recording of Sayão doing my favorite part, the “Agnes Purs, Anges Radieux” trio near the end of the work (see it about a minute into this recording*). But hey, she’s singing the Jewel song aria from the opera here, so that’s good enough for me. 
*I believe I read a blind item that someone in this recording allegedly went onstage drunk at a Sunday matinee when he  played this role in my local opera house several years ago. They gave him coffee and a cold shower during the first intermission. Opera YOLO? 

johndarnielle:

mrjimnewman:

Operatic legend Bidú Sayão, who was a leading soprano at the Met from 1937-1952 was one of a number of famous opera singers of her day to record for Columbia. This advertises her exclusivity with Columbia. #epic

this morning me and Roman danced in the kitchen to Bidú Sayão singin’ Gounod in glorious mono. I must work to see that the rest of today lives up to this high standard of right living 

Gounod’s Faust is probably my favorite opera, but I can’t find a recording of Sayão doing my favorite part, the “Agnes Purs, Anges Radieux” trio near the end of the work (see it about a minute into this recording*). But hey, she’s singing the Jewel song aria from the opera here, so that’s good enough for me. 

*I believe I read a blind item that someone in this recording allegedly went onstage drunk at a Sunday matinee when he  played this role in my local opera house several years ago. They gave him coffee and a cold shower during the first intermission. Opera YOLO? 

I’m making a list
Checking it twice
Post it to tumblr and get in some fights
List season is coming to town!

Albums I liked
Books that I’ve read
Places I ate and folks who are dead
List season is coming to town!

I list where I’ve been sleeping
I list the pics I take
You’ll know if you’ve been bad or good
JUST READ MY FUCKING LISTS

I may have missed stuff
But please do not fear
I’ll pretend that I caught it next year
List season is coming
List season is coming
List season is coming TO TOOOOOOOOOWWWWWN

Marion Bartoli won Wimbledon this year. Some BBC idiot criticized her looks. Bartoli’s response:

It doesn’t matter, honestly. I am not blonde, yes. That is a fact. Have I dreamt about having a model contract? No. I’m sorry. But have I dreamed about winning Wimbledon? Absolutely, yes. (NPR)

Before she retired from the game (maybe) in Cincinnati, she played at the Rogers Cup in Canada. At this tournament, women and men play in Toronto and Montreal, alternating cities every other year. This year, some of the men who went out early traveled from Montreal to Toronto to play exhibition matches, but not the other way around. Bartoli:

The reigning Wimbledon champion, Marion Bartoli, said she was excited to watch Sampras play, but added that it would have been a good idea for women to play some exhibition matches in Montreal as well.

We want for the fans to have the chance to see both players, like Cincinnati, for example, when they have really the men and women in one place,” Bartoli said. “Why not playing some mixed doubles even? I think that would be fun, as well. (NYTimes Straight Sets Blog)

Hey, nobody will shut up about Roger Federer retiring because he hasn’t won a grand slam in the last year, and is just in the top 10. What does Marion Bartoli have to say about that, preferably while being fabulous?

 “He has to save himself for the Open,” Bartoli said, explaining why Federer wasn’t dancing along with her. Bartoli no longer had to save herself for anything: four years Federer’s junior, she had retired a week earlier. “When he feels it,” she said, upon being asked what advice she might give Federer on when to hang it up. She then took a sip of champagne and went back to dancing. (New Yorker)

sexistfacebookdudes:

The following images are from the background of some “CreepShot” photos: photos (mostly) men secretly take of women shopping or on the street which they then upload to a community. They are sexualized and feature misogynist and violent commentary. Twitter and Tumblr host these images and user…

Already posted this on FB-in addition to DePaul/Elston Target, three of this creepshow’s listed targets are near Lululemon stores. Oh yay.

livingluster:

oldtobegin:

apologeticsnstuff:

danareane:

onefootinthevoid:


this was me and the word “facade” 


OMG. “Niche,” anyone?

I run into this so often with words that I’ve only ever read, and when it comes time to employ them in a sentence I realize that I actually have no idea how to pronounce it irl.

malevolent / benevolent

Hors d’oeuvre
I mean really.

Segue, pronounced “seeg”, based on my knowledge of the word “fugue”. 

livingluster:

oldtobegin:

apologeticsnstuff:

danareane:

onefootinthevoid:

this was me and the word “facade” 

OMG. “Niche,” anyone?

I run into this so often with words that I’ve only ever read, and when it comes time to employ them in a sentence I realize that I actually have no idea how to pronounce it irl.

malevolent / benevolent

Hors d’oeuvre

I mean really.

Segue, pronounced “seeg”, based on my knowledge of the word “fugue”. 

image

Chapter 12, “There Are Some Games I Won’t Play with My Friends”, from The Chairs Are Where the People Go by Misha Glouberman with Sheila Heti. 

A few notes on this passage, and the book in general:

  1. AAAAAHHHHH THIS BOOK. I AM REALLY LIKING THIS BOOK. YOU SHOULD READ THIS BOOK. 
  2. While the final conclusion sort of reeks of moral superiority in a way I find off-putting, I basically co-sign the rest of the statement above. I really dislike playing games in which lying, and lying about whether you are lying, is the main driver of play. This may be due to the fact that I’m not very good at them; I can fib, but do poorly when I get called out directly on it if I haven’t had time to prepare myself for it. But I also just tend to feel terrible throughout the entirety of the game being played, even if I’m a neutral character and have nothing to lie about. It’s unique to games where lying is the motor of the game, though; I can make it through a game where being coy about what I’ve got is a sideline to the game at hand. 
  3. Coincidentally, I read this about an hour after leaving a social gathering as a lying-based game was about to start. It was also a somewhat complex game, and there was a debate about what the rules were, and it was getting late for me. So it’s not that lying games are driving me away from social contact, but it was a factor.
  4. I still backed Max's Werewolf project on Kickstarter, though. And if you like these sorts of games, I’m glad for you! Like Mr. Glouberman, lots of my friends really like these sorts of games, and I’m not claiming to be a superior person because I can’t bear to lie to my friends about whether or not I’m in a pretend mafia. I just happen to not be able to bear it.
  5. Who wants in on a charades night, people? I really want to hold one.

ThinkProgress:

Oklahoma Sen. Tom Coburn (R) today introduced an amendment to the Marketplace Fairness Act that would end the practice of allowing professional sports leagues to qualify as tax-exempt organizations, a move that would hit leagues like the National Football League, the…

Wow, one of my home state senators is doing something that makes me like him for once. 

(via maxistentialist)