gotta go. my folks are here to pick me up.
…I want to shout, “YOU ARE A MIRACULOUSLY SENTIENT BAG OF WET CARBON, STOMPING AROUND ON A HUGE HUNK OF ROCK WHICH ITSELF IS HURTLING AROUND A MASSIVE NUCLEAR FIREBALL AT ROUGHLY 67,000 MILES AN HOUR. HOW MUCH MORE ADVENTURE DO YOU NEED?”
this is ridiculous
HE SCRATCHED HIS EYEomg lolbackwardmomentum
Nearing the fatal precipice
you call it “fatal precipice,” I call it “sweet spot”
my birthday cake this year. based off of this text post
Prince has played the long game when it comes to teasing PLECTRUMELECTRUM, an album made with his newish backing band 3rd Eye Girl. Back in June came the news that he’d release another new album wi…
For the Guardian I wrote about that D’Angelo set at Afropunk last night. Here you go.
On the left is a paragraph from the New York Times about Mike Brown’s “troubled” teenage years; on the right is a paragraph from Rolling Stone about Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, one of the Boston Marathon bombers.
What could possibly account for the difference in presentation of these two teenagers?
And let’s remember that one was unarmed when he was shot to death by a police officer who stopped him for walking in the street after allegedly stealing some cigars and pushing a store clerk, while the other was taken alive after allegedly setting off a bomb at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, killing a police officer, engaging in a shootout with a host of other police officers, and then hiding from a full-scale manhunt.
There’s some line editor up in the Times building right now, pondering whether they did enough editing on this piece.