pbr vs pulque

Aug 27
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humoring the rain away (via copenhagencyclechic.com)
humoring the rain away (via copenhagencyclechic.com)
May 23
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Beeth> Girls are like internet domain names, the ones I like are already taken.

honx> well, you can stil get one from a strange country

May 14
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currently obsessed with scott walker's "Jackie"

And if one day I should become 
A singer with a Spanish bum 
Who sings for women of great virtue 
I’d sing to them with a guitar 
I borrowed from a coffee bar 
Well, what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you 
My name would be Antonio 
And all my bridges I would burn 
And when I gave them some they’d know 
I’d expect something in return 
I’d have to get drunk every night 
And talk about virility 
With some old grandmama
That might be decked out like a christmas tree 
And though pink elephants I’d see 
Though I’d be drunk as I could be 
Still I would sing my song to me 
About the time they called me “Jacky” 

If I could be for only an hour 
If I could be for an hour every day 
If I could be for just one little hour 
Cute in a stupid ass way 

And if I joined the social whirl 
Became procurer of young girls 
Then i would have my own bordellos 
My record would be number one 
And I’d sell records by the ton 
All sung by many other fellows 
My name would then be handsome Jack 
And I’d sell boats of opium 
Whisky that came from Twickenham 
Authentic queers 
And phony virgins 
If I had banks on every finger 
A finger in every country 
And every country ruled by me 
I’d still know where I’d want to be 
Locked up inside my opium den 
Surrounded by some china men 
I’d sing the song that I sang then 
About the time they called me “Jacky” 

If I could be for only an hour 
If I could be for an hour every day 
If I could be for just one little hour 
Cute in a stupid ass way 

Now, tell me, wouldn’t it be nice 
That if one day in paradise 
I’d sing for all the ladies up there 
And they would sing along with me 
And we be so happy there to be 
Cos’ down below is really nowhere 
My name would then be Junipher 
Then I would know where I was going 
And then I would become all knowing 
My beard so very long and flowing 
If I became deaf, dumb and blind 
Because I pitied all mankind 
And broke my heart to make things right 
I know that every single night 
When my angelic work was through 
The angels and the Devil too 
Would sing my childhood song to me 
About the time they called me “Jacky” 

If I could be for only an hour 
If I could be for an hour every day 
If I could be for just one little hour 
Cute in a stupid ass way
May 08
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There is something really evil about taking thousands of the world’s smartest young people and using them to sell online text ads more efficiently.
Fake Steve on Google and their use of the worlds’ smartest and brightest. (via David Karp) (via buzzandersen)
Apr 18
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apple nostalgia circa 1989

just encoded the hidden audio tracks on Apple’s first Developer cd “Phil & Dave’s Excellent CD”, after seeing a flickr request from Michael McCracken. Play here: http://developer.muxtape.com/. Oh so dated… and yet I still enjoy the Formula One track after all this time. Has the power to bring out a special coding monster in the listener.

I came into possession of this cd from a Canadian fan of my freeware control strip modules back in 1995. Best present EVER in the mail. Thanks, whoever you are!

Apr 06
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To attack the pedals may be strenuous over the short run, but is an expression of trust in one’s own powers, for with the bicycle everything depends on the self. Those who wish to control their own lives and move beyond existence as mere clients and consumers — those people ride a bike.
— Wolfgang Sachs
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To be a cyclist is to be a student of pain….at cycling’s core lies pain, hard and bitter as the pit inside a juicy peach. If you never confront pain, you’re missing the essence of the sport. Without pain, there’s no adversity. Without adversity, no challenge. Without challenge, no improvement. No improvement, no sense of accomplishment and no deep-down joy. Might as well be playing Tiddly-Winks.
Mar 11
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Mar 04
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A koala walks into a diner. He sits down, orders, eats, takes out a gun, shoots the waiter and tries to walk out without paying. The manager is aghast and tries to stop him. “You can’t eat, kill my waiter and run out without paying.” The koala says, “Hey man, I’m a koala. Look it up.” Manager takes out a dictionary and sure enough, there it is: Koala, marsupial native to Australia. Eats shoots and leaves.
Feb 04
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A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
— Lazarus Long, Time Enough For Love (Robert Heinlein)