November 9, 2009
Cutting my fringe with my stanley knife, while trying to print with the printer from hell, Brokeback Mountain playing in the background and eating an iced tea icypole I made earlier this evening. At four am. On a Sunday. University, I wish I knew how to quit you.

Cutting my fringe with my stanley knife, while trying to print with the printer from hell, Brokeback Mountain playing in the background and eating an iced tea icypole I made earlier this evening. At four am. On a Sunday.

University, I wish I knew how to quit you.

November 8, 2009
borisyeltsin: (via planettampon)

borisyeltsin: (via planettampon)

vaughnshirley: Via “The Berlin Wall: A Lesson in Change”, The Atlantic: There’s been a lot of discussion, this week, about whether President Obama has fulfilled enough promises or expectations of change since his election a year ago. “I voted for him, and I really thought everything would be different,” one disappointed voter from Iowa said in a televised interview. It would be easy to dismiss the expectations of such voters as unrealistic or naive, but we often expect more from big watershed events, and in more sweeping, immediate fashion, than life dishes out. Consider, for example, another important anniversary coming up on Monday: the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.  On November 9, 1989, after weeks of protest and slow chiseling away of the East German Politburo’s power, the East German government announced that henceforth, East Berliners could travel freely to the west. Faced with massive crowds at the border checkpoints, the guards opened the gates, and people streamed through. A party erupted on top of the wall, and people started hacking away at it with hammers and picks.  It was a celebration and global party; the end of an era that had brought incalculable pain to millions of Germans separated from family members and death to thousands, over the years, who had tried to cross over to the west anyway. I wrote about some of the sacrifices, and the lingering legacy of the Wall, in an essay on this site last May, after a German artist released an exhibit sparked by the anniversary of the Wall’s demise. Full Article.

vaughnshirley:

Via “The Berlin Wall: A Lesson in Change”, The Atlantic:

There’s been a lot of discussion, this week, about whether President Obama has fulfilled enough promises or expectations of change since his election a year ago. “I voted for him, and I really thought everything would be different,” one disappointed voter from Iowa said in a televised interview.

It would be easy to dismiss the expectations of such voters as unrealistic or naive, but we often expect more from big watershed events, and in more sweeping, immediate fashion, than life dishes out. Consider, for example, another important anniversary coming up on Monday: the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. 

On November 9, 1989, after weeks of protest and slow chiseling away of the East German Politburo’s power, the East German government announced that henceforth, East Berliners could travel freely to the west. Faced with massive crowds at the border checkpoints, the guards opened the gates, and people streamed through. A party erupted on top of the wall, and people started hacking away at it with hammers and picks. 

It was a celebration and global party; the end of an era that had brought incalculable pain to millions of Germans separated from family members and death to thousands, over the years, who had tried to cross over to the west anyway. I wrote about some of the sacrifices, and the lingering legacy of the Wall, in an essay on this site last May, after a German artist released an exhibit sparked by the anniversary of the Wall’s demise.

Full Article.

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okayjokesover: look tash, some ladies posing with grug! he was just there, hangin’ out on king st, as you do. My life has just been made.

okayjokesover:

look tash, some ladies posing with grug! he was just there, hangin’ out on king st, as you do.

My life has just been made.

okayjokesover:

semisetadrift:

helloboys:

Max Rooke dressed as Grug for today’s Mad Monday.  FORM AN ORDERLY QUEUE LADIES.  BEHIND ME OBVIOUSLY.

I love Max Rooke Monday.  I will miss it tomorrow.

[G]

This was a post from way back in September but I just went on an excursion to Shoppingtown and saw a Grug poster in the window of Dymocks. I’m not going to pretend it didn’t make me squeal with glee.

did you ever see that photo i posted on twitter a while ago that was of jenn and mish with a man in a grug suit outside better read than dead? that was a classy picture.

No I did not and I wish to see it now.

thedarkspark: The Pastels

thedarkspark:

The Pastels

John Safran has rejected your friend request.

secondgradefresh:

winnr:

Sorry Whitey, but you have not satisfied the criteria to be my friend. If you have a hot Eurasian female friend, please direct her to this site.

John Safran

Sorry Whitey, but you have not satisfied the criteria to be my friend. If you have a hot Eurasian female friend, please direct her to this site.

John Safran

NB - If you are not Asian/Eurasian but a hot ethnic type nevertheless (Burgher, Persian, Latina etc) please hang out in Carlisle Street, East St Kilda so I can hit on you at the bus stop.

I am amused that Jenny Kee is now in his “top friends” list. Jenny Kee: the ultimate Eurasian babe?

helloboys: Max Rooke dressed as Grug for today’s Mad Monday.  FORM AN ORDERLY QUEUE LADIES.  BEHIND ME OBVIOUSLY. I love Max Rooke Monday.  I will miss it tomorrow. [G] This was a post from way back in September but I just went on an excursion to Shoppingtown and saw a Grug poster in the window of Dymocks. I’m not going to pretend it didn’t make me squeal with glee.

helloboys:

Max Rooke dressed as Grug for today’s Mad Monday.  FORM AN ORDERLY QUEUE LADIES.  BEHIND ME OBVIOUSLY.

I love Max Rooke Monday.  I will miss it tomorrow.

[G]

This was a post from way back in September but I just went on an excursion to Shoppingtown and saw a Grug poster in the window of Dymocks. I’m not going to pretend it didn’t make me squeal with glee.