“I feel that a true artist doesn’t have a right to be into sports. It’s like high school: either you are a jock or an artist. You can’t be both.”
E from Eels, precisely articulating my (inaccurate but unswayable) feelings on the matter.
“I’m not sure our movie passes the Bechdel test entirely and I think that it’s important. For us we have a lot of producers that were female who had concerns and we were always constantly saying to ourselves: Are we just a bunch of white guys sitting here making this movie from our own myopic point of view? … I think it’s forcing us to look at how we make a sequel and turn that into something that’s more powerful and special.”
-Lego Movie editor and sequel director Chris McKay [via]
All these side by side Garden State/Wish I Was Here trailer comparisons and many many more at Grantland. Have fun in the infinite abyss, kids. All these side by side Garden State/Wish I Was Here trailer comparisons and many many more at Grantland. Have fun in the infinite abyss, kids. All these side by side Garden State/Wish I Was Here trailer comparisons and many many more at Grantland. Have fun in the infinite abyss, kids. All these side by side Garden State/Wish I Was Here trailer comparisons and many many more at Grantland. Have fun in the infinite abyss, kids.

All these side by side Garden State/Wish I Was Here trailer comparisons and many many more at Grantland. Have fun in the infinite abyss, kids.

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tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good. mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good.

mashable:

tastefullyoffensive:

Game of Cats

Can’t unsee!

Too good.

(via newsweek)

“But Ilana is not cruel. She in fact, feels like a female Bill Murray character, a combination I have never encountered before. She’s Venkman in a midriff-bearing T-shirt: a woman who does whatever she wants but with so much affable myopia you end up admiring her. It’s not how most people do things, but if your job doesn’t pay you, why not take a nap? If you have hemorrhoids and you find yourself at the vet, why not ask about them? Ilana is uniquely unburdened by what people think of her. If that sometimes makes her a jerk, it also makes her a unicorn—a rare being that, once spotted, you don’t take your eyes off.”

-“Three Cheers for the Broads of Broad City” via Slate’s Willa Paskin (via aubreymurray)

This is your PSA about Broad City’s first season finale tonight on Comedy Central. This show is the freshest thing since Louie and I love it so much and I want you to, too.

(via popculturebrain)

Hourlong phoner with one of my all-time favorite artists tomorrow.

Hope I can Marc Maron him. Except that he’s already been Marc Maron’d.

stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)
stand-up-comic-gifs:

Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)

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Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)

(via sasheer)

booksdirect:

At the library - the Kansas City Public Library’s parking garage is painted to look like a gigantic shelf of books.

OH, SO THAT’S AMAZING

“For isn’t it odd that the only language I have in which to speak of this crime is the language of the criminal who committed the crime? And what can that really mean? For the language of the criminal can contain only the goodness of the criminal’s deed. The language of the criminal can explain and express the deed only from the criminal’s point of view. It cannot contain the horror of the deed, the injustice of the deed, the agony, the humiliation inflicted on me. When I say to the criminal, “This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong,” or “This deed is bad, and this other deed is bad, and this one is also very, very bad,” the criminal understands the “wrong” in this way: It is wrong when “he” doesn’t get his fair share of profits from the crime just committed; he understands the word “bad” in this way: a fellow criminal betrayed a trust. That must be why, when I say, “I am filled with rage,” the criminal says, “But why?””
— Jamaica Kincaid (via kawrage)

JUN JUN JUN.

Remember listening to this shamelessly simplistic, ruthlessly heavy type of metalcore as a teenager and having to do it all secretively since it wasn’t up to snuff with the technical, Swedish, whatever metal I was into. (And was a whole different “scene.” So important, those teenage “scenes.”) Great to go back and enjoy as an adult, no-baggage–style.

flavorpill:

‘Petrochemical America’: The Richard Misrach Photos That Inspired ‘True Detective’

Oh my god, these photos.
Oh my god, the finale. flavorpill:

‘Petrochemical America’: The Richard Misrach Photos That Inspired ‘True Detective’

Oh my god, these photos.
Oh my god, the finale. flavorpill:

‘Petrochemical America’: The Richard Misrach Photos That Inspired ‘True Detective’

Oh my god, these photos.
Oh my god, the finale.

When things are nearby, they’re concrete and you can see the details of the things. On the other hand, when things are far away, they’re much more abstract. So thinking about things that are near and far puts us in different mental states. When you think about things nearby, you see the details, and so when a creative idea comes along, the first thing you ask is, can it work?

[But] most creative ideas are risky and the risks are obvious when you look at the details, so when you think about it with this detail-oriented mindset, you’re more likely to shoot the idea down. On the other hand, when you’re thinking about things that are far away, you’re in a more abstract frame of mind and so the first question you ask is not will this work; you’re more open to seeing the creative possibilities.

— NPR’s Shankar Vedantam highlights some curious research on why we miss creative ideas that are right under our noses, quite literally speaking. This is why the incubation stage of the creative process, where you step away from the problem at hand, is so important in producing the subsequent illumination stage. (via bookoisseur)

(via bookoisseur)

emilygould:

Last night after the No Regrets event I took the F home and there were two incredibly drunk guys in my car, middle-aged white guys in button-down shirts, not young fratty bros.  They were hugging a pole in the middle of the crowded car, talking to each other loudly, moving unsteadily, slurring their words. I was worried, like I am 50% of the time on the subway at night, that vomit might happen on or near me. But they were only bothering each other, til they started talking to a woman who was sitting in the outer seat of a two-seat facing them, effectively underneath them, such that to talk to her one of them had to put his hand on the metal pole right behind her head so that he was sort of crouching over her. She had big, obvious neon green headphones on and I couldn’t see her face because of the direction her seat was facing. And she had a book open, but they were talking to her anyway. I couldn’t hear anything she said. She laughed at one point but to me it sounded like an uncomfortable laugh. Everyone else in the car was looking at these guys, looking at her, looking at each other, saying nothing. And then the louder of the two guys I guess wanted to get her attention because maybe she went back to her book and stopped nervously appeasing him so he reached over and touched her shoulder, not hard, just like “hey,”

DON’T TOUCH HER, I screamed.

"Whuh? Hey, I’m just … mind your business, we’re just talking," or whatever nonsense, he slurred.

DON’T TOUCH WOMEN AND DON’T TALK TO THEM. YOU’RE DRUNK. SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. DON’T TOUCH WOMEN AND DON’T TALK TO THEM, I screamed.

He protested, he called me “McSweeney’s” (!!) and he called me some other names, including, of course, “crazy,”  But other women in the car chimed in, telling him to lay off, back off, calm down. And I got off at the next stop, so I don’t know what else happened.

This. Get it the fuck together, whitemales.