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"As we’re really not together at all, but parallel."

Still think the new Cherokee is hideous, but…

Still think the new Cherokee is hideous, but…

(via thewoah)

redsox:

Big Papi takes legendary selfie with President Obama.

redsox:

Big Papi takes legendary selfie with President Obama.

nevver:

Joy toy
The sun is at stake, and I’m at your window.
(via Vermont Overland Winter Challenge 2014 - Trip Report - ExPo: Adventure and Overland Travel Enthusiasts)
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.
Didion
Grief does not change you. 
It reveals you.

Grief does not change you.

It reveals you.

I learned that the world of men as it exists today is a bureaucracy. This is an obvious truth, of course, though it is also one the ignorance of which causes great suffering.

But moreover, I discovered, in the only way that a man ever really learns anything important, the real skill that is required to succeed in a bureaucracy. I mean really succeed: do good, make a difference, serve. I discovered the key. This key is not efficiency, or probity, or insight, or wisdom. It is not political cunning, interpersonal skills, raw IQ, loyalty, vision, or any of the qualities that the bureaucratic world calls virtues, and tests for. The key is a certain capacity that underlies all these qualities, rather the way that an ability to breathe and pump blood underlies all thought and action.

The underlying bureaucratic key is the ability to deal with boredom. To function effectively in an environment that precludes everything vital and human. To breathe, so to speak, without air.

The key is the ability, whether innate or conditioned, to find the other side of the rote, the picayune, the meaningless, the repetitive, the pointlessly complex. To be, in a word, unborable.

It is the key to modern life. If you are immune to boredom, there is literally nothing you cannot accomplish.”

— THE PALE KING
I really wanted to love this car. I mean, the F1 remains, for me, a high-water mark in automotive design. It took all the lovely exotic bits of Ferrari’s emotionality and Porsche’s rationality and mixed it together with some bits of almost military-grade precision.

And I did love the terribly named MP4-12c,even though it was a modern rehash of the F1 without the original charms. It was still a handsome, technical, math car. 

But then the P1. Lord. Jerry Seinfeld is right to decry it. There is no inch of that car’s exterior that could be considered beautiful. Is it amazing? Yep. Would I drive one? In a heartbeat. But I would not gaze lovingly at it. It makes me uncomfortable.

So now here we have this chimera, the 650c. All the rationality of the MP4’s ass, all the hyper-curvature of the P1’s nose. It’s two different design languages slapped together like an automotive Centaur (or worse, Merman). 

Let’s hope that it’s simply an evolutionary link between the present and a more holistically designed future.

I really wanted to love this car. I mean, the F1 remains, for me, a high-water mark in automotive design. It took all the lovely exotic bits of Ferrari’s emotionality and Porsche’s rationality and mixed it together with some bits of almost military-grade precision.

And I did love the terribly named MP4-12c,even though it was a modern rehash of the F1 without the original charms. It was still a handsome, technical, math car.

But then the P1. Lord. Jerry Seinfeld is right to decry it. There is no inch of that car’s exterior that could be considered beautiful. Is it amazing? Yep. Would I drive one? In a heartbeat. But I would not gaze lovingly at it. It makes me uncomfortable.

So now here we have this chimera, the 650c. All the rationality of the MP4’s ass, all the hyper-curvature of the P1’s nose. It’s two different design languages slapped together like an automotive Centaur (or worse, Merman).

Let’s hope that it’s simply an evolutionary link between the present and a more holistically designed future.

The only @Spotify playlist you’ll ever need. (Except it’s missing that @fatherjohnmisty jam)

The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?”

He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.

— The Pale King
end-of-empire:

Beginning the last walk. Performance Still. 9/1/13 #endofempire

end-of-empire:

Beginning the last walk. Performance Still. 9/1/13 #endofempire

nevver:

Stuck
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