"I think I keep coming back to Florence and the Machine’s album Lungs because it’s some of the only music I’ve found that nails the intensities of the highs and lows that people whose fatal flaw is passion (a gentle way to refer to ‘drama queens,’ I suppose) experience when they lose control in love: the stars and moon have all been blown out; thrills and catastrophes that are sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell; and, of course, being in the grip of a hurricane – and going out and drinking one’s self to death. Perhaps that’s why I like her so much. Bitch doesn’t do anything halfway, I guess."
— Jenna, on the allure of Florence + The Machine. I think she hits the nail on the head.  Listening to F+TM, I miss those days when I felt such passionate extremes or, rather, when there was someone who’d elicit such responses.  In the words of Fiona Apple: oh, well.
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Howl / Florence + The Machine

Now there’s no holding back, I’m waiting to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow’ed ground
Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness
And howl

A good friend of mine juuuuust broke up with her boyfriend. Always prepared to send some good breakup tunes to anyone who might need them (if you’ve been through it, you know what works), so I offered and she said she just didn’t want anything sad — she’s pretty pissed off at him. I figured this would do the trick.

"TV’s the best dad there is. TV never came home drunk. TV never forgot me at the zoo. TV never abused and insulted me. Unless you count Cop Rock."
— Jeff Winger / Community
NYC Population By BoroughBrooklyn follows a pretty standard American city pattern here—growing until World War II then shrinking during the postwar suburbanization, then turning around more recently but remaining below peak. But Queens and the Bronx had only one down decade, the 1970s, and it came late. Nevertheless, the collapse in the Bronx was so dramatic that it’s still at below-peak levels. Queens and Staten Island are currently experiencing their peaks. Manhattan, meanwhile, reached its peak way back in 1910. (via ThinkProgress, as sent to me by Kevin)

NYC Population By Borough
Brooklyn follows a pretty standard American city pattern here—growing until World War II then shrinking during the postwar suburbanization, then turning around more recently but remaining below peak. But Queens and the Bronx had only one down decade, the 1970s, and it came late. Nevertheless, the collapse in the Bronx was so dramatic that it’s still at below-peak levels. Queens and Staten Island are currently experiencing their peaks. Manhattan, meanwhile, reached its peak way back in 1910.

(via ThinkProgress, as sent to me by Kevin)

"You know what? I say publish it. Nabokov on a bad day is still ten times smarter and more talented than the rest of us at our finest, and I bet the book is pretty damned good. There is a long tradition of friends and family violating the wishes of dead writers and introducing the world to some pretty brilliant stuff. YOU HEAR THAT, SALINGER? WE’RE COMING FOR YOU."
— Janna, on Nabokov’s final novel finally being published 30 years after his death, despite his dying wish that his wife burn the manuscript.
defrocking your books it took me until pretty late in life to realise that book covers, by and large, are tacky and more or less useless. using them to keep dust from your books is akin to using neon plastic to preserve your furniture. there are surprises in store for the adventurous defrocker of a hardback book…gold and silver foil stamping! linen! typography! earthtones! what’s more: since the binding of books has been more or less standardised over the last 3.2 million years, the dan brown bestseller that you bought yesterday will harmonise with your grandmother’s edition of fanny hill when they are both naked together on your bookshelf. added bonus: you can upcycle your discarded covers into fashionable outerwear! more unsolicited advice on how to arrange your bookshelf can be found here. (via Janna) I’m not sure how I feel about this.  The idea makes me nervous.  I’m a collector (not in any sort of grand, rare book sense, but in the way that I like to own my reads) and the thought of throwing out my books’ dust jackets seems like getting rid of part of the book that I was intended to keep.  Like its skin or something. But I’ll probably take them all off just to see how it looks.  First, though, I need a new bookshelf.

defrocking your books

it took me until pretty late in life to realise that book covers, by and large, are tacky and more or less useless. using them to keep dust from your books is akin to using neon plastic to preserve your furniture.

there are surprises in store for the adventurous defrocker of a hardback book…gold and silver foil stamping! linen! typography! earthtones! what’s more: since the binding of books has been more or less standardised over the last 3.2 million years, the dan brown bestseller that you bought yesterday will harmonise with your grandmother’s edition of fanny hill when they are both naked together on your bookshelf.

added bonus: you can upcycle your discarded covers into fashionable outerwear!

more unsolicited advice on how to arrange your bookshelf can be found here.

(via Janna)

I’m not sure how I feel about this.  The idea makes me nervous.  I’m a collector (not in any sort of grand, rare book sense, but in the way that I like to own my reads) and the thought of throwing out my books’ dust jackets seems like getting rid of part of the book that I was intended to keep.  Like its skin or something.

But I’ll probably take them all off just to see how it looks.  First, though, I need a new bookshelf.

Messin' up shots

Messin' up shots

Yeah, I didn't know this was happening

Yeah, I didn't know this was happening

Too cute for our own good

Too cute for our own good

Halloween: The Outtakes (via Katie)

GPOYWe just ran a marathon, bitches!  Specifically the New Jersey, circa 2006.  That’s my friend Stephen.  I ran it in a respectable 4 hours, 25 minutes, and 11 seconds.  He ran it faster.

GPOYWe just ran a marathon, bitches!  Specifically the New Jersey, circa 2006.  That’s my friend Stephen.  I ran it in a respectable 4 hours, 25 minutes, and 11 seconds.  He ran it faster.

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