YM staff retreat has moved to Timothy Lake in Mt Hood National Forest.

YM staff retreat has moved to Timothy Lake in Mt Hood National Forest.

YM Nations first not for profit hangover the Cure.

YM Nations first not for profit hangover the Cure.

YM staff retreat

YM staff retreat

Music’s not for everyone.

Music’s not for everyone.

Remember old school blogging?

Remember old school blogging?

Look in the mirror, America.

Welcome to Hitler’s Missouri

Originally Posted By archiemcphee

summeromegadeth:

shorterexcerpts:

archiemcphee:

This may be the most incredibly awesome Karaoke bar we’ve ever seen. Behold the wondrous themed rooms of The Highball, located in Austin, TX, adjacent to the Alamo Drafthouse South Lamar. The Highball just reopened after 18 months of extensive renovations, including seven outrageously themed karaoke rooms, including - yes - a Twin Peaks-themed room, created by Space Warp Design. The other rooms are Midnight Manor, The Inferno, Freaks, Joysticks, Truly Outrageous, and The 5th Dimensions. Each one features new song lists, state-of-the-art equipment and cocktail bottle services.

In addition to its uniquely themed karaoke rooms, The Highball features a full-service bar, dance floor, stage, lounge area and a formal outdoor patio. Even if you aren’t into karaoke this place feels like an awesome spectacle to behold.

Visit The Highball website for additional images and info.

[via io9]

I need to go to there.

Ahem,

Austin TxASS: it’s like they took Arlington,VA, filled it with “hipsters” from Williamsbug, sprinkled som tech bros from San Fran, and planted tit in the middle of fucking Tex Ass

NO
THANK
YOU 

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A blog that is dedicated to the lovely Adolf Hitler; Der Führer; leader and saviour of Germany from 1933-1945. The Führer’s spirit and light will last forever. You shall find images and gif images along with information of the Führer.

卐 ACHTUNG: This blog is 100% nationalsozialistischen and as am I. If this offends you; just leave.

Other Blogs:
卐 der-blonde-engel.tumblr.com
卐 drgoebbels.tumblr.com
卐 panzerpanzer.tumblr.com

This is the first time Tumblr’s dashboard recommendation engine made sense.

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Originally Posted By hannahmight

hannahmight:

Since moving to L.A. I have not met one person who writes for n+1. 

Originally Posted By unbornwhiskey

unbornwhiskey:

Last month I saw a production of Randy Newman’s Faust at New York City Center. At the time I was enduring a summer cold and received the detail of my experience in a glacial melt. The sensation of touch felt extremely surgical. This is the ideal way to walk into a circumstance of theater, to feel at any moment as if you might flow out of your skeleton into the vast silvery red of Randy Newman’s devil cape and blow your ghost nose in its moving gloss. It was this image that sustained me for two hours.

I had never seen or heard Faust before and despite viewing it from a compromised state I found it exhaustively funny and self-reflexive, as much a work of literary and music criticism as a musical itself. Newman stretched his sensibility to the aerodynamics of gospel for the songs sung by God and his angels, and shrank it back down to tidy, modest blues phrases for his own devil songs. He on more than one occasion eviscerated the limits of his own compositions, which beyond appearances are rich with chords that resolve gorgeously and intelligently. Faust, along with Newman’s entire body of work, constructs an evocative nerve between Tin Pan Alley and Ray Charles, which he populates with characters that are variously grotesque and tender. There’s a newborn quality to the most evil or deeply estranged of Newman’s characters, as if they had just recovered the tools to properly articulate their perspectives.

"Feels Like Home," sung by Vonda Shepard in the City Center production and by Bonnie Raitt in the video above, is a love song the character Martha addresses to the Devil, whom she dates briefly in one of the story’s many digressions. Even writing a straightforward love song Newman never loses his capacity for imagery and character; when Martha sings, “A window breaks / Down a long dark street / And a siren wails in the night," the seeming anonymity of her sentiment is itself broken up into vivid and gleaming fragments.

I’ve been thinking lately of the nature of “home” and what it takes to make one. I’ve never really felt at home anywhere in a geographic sense, Nevada too empty and shapeless to project anything onto, New York too dense with other projections. I’ve never successfully applied my interior design ambitions to an apartment; I either decorate too minimally or wildly overcompensate. Regardless I’ve occasionally assembled the feeling of “home” among friends with whom I’ve shared histories, enthusiasms, musical silences. When Martha sings, "Something in your eyes / Makes me want to lose myself / In your arms," I remember home as mostly an expansion of the self, a bodiless place where the self can radiate and merge unconsciously with others. From my chair in the City Center, feeling like an exposed nerve, I heard this song and watched Shepard drift warmly across the stage toward Newman’s piano, both of them meticulously assembling the feeling of the song, and I cried, sensing in my eyes in the hot gloss of tears.

Originally Posted By rendit

rendit:

I call bullshit on this supposed “article” because it fails to mention how the bartender had to straddle the gigantic chasm into hell of a perpetually open basement trapdoor just to serve you at the far end of the bar. 
Also there was lots of open space in the back!

Never go back.

rendit:

I call bullshit on this supposed “article” because it fails to mention how the bartender had to straddle the gigantic chasm into hell of a perpetually open basement trapdoor just to serve you at the far end of the bar. 

Also there was lots of open space in the back!

Never go back.

West coast #YM is having an existential crisis too, because when we moved here you could live by yourself for less than $400/month.

RIP CITY.

West coast #YM is having an existential crisis too, because when we moved here you could live by yourself for less than $400/month.

RIP CITY.

Dip it

Dip it

Originally Posted By laughingsquid

laughingsquid:

Photographer and Wikimedia Currently Fighting Over Whether a Monkey Owns a Selfie

I found ‘Dawn of the Planet of the Apes’ to be hella problematic when you look at the history of hydroelectric power as it relates to American Colonialism. Also, the depiction of Ape society was way simplistic. And like, what’s up with the totally ‘perfect’ white liberal nuclear family heroes walking straight out of an REI catalog? But Kerri Russell is still a major hottie, so I’d still say it’s a ‘must see’.

laughingsquid:

Photographer and Wikimedia Currently Fighting Over Whether a Monkey Owns a Selfie

I found ‘Dawn of the Planet of the Apes’ to be hella problematic when you look at the history of hydroelectric power as it relates to American Colonialism. Also, the depiction of Ape society was way simplistic. And like, what’s up with the totally ‘perfect’ white liberal nuclear family heroes walking straight out of an REI catalog? But Kerri Russell is still a major hottie, so I’d still say it’s a ‘must see’.

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