We don’t enjoy taking sides because THAT’S NOT WHAT WE DO but when one guys says “Someone dropkick this asshole” and the other retaliates by critiquing his design skills, you can’t help but be Team Someone Dropkick This Asshole.
Feeling a little warm, are you? Here’s one more from the Mountain Goats. Hard to resist this live version of "Going to Queens" since the audio is so good. [Previously: MGs “Going To…” Showdown. Three and a half years later and I still have to apologize for saying “even Lindsay” because that sounds condescending which wasn’t my intention.]
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Revenge of The Boss, or akin to 99’s content whitewash? You be the judge.
Today’s guest blogger is just a little more blazed than usual but would nevertheless like to give OLF the friendly advice that it’s probably best to provide some content prior to sitting back and relaxing.
Upon further reflection, actually, that may not be true.
Our latest follower. I can’t tell if this is like watching a golden child or one of these being born. Time will tell. But be warned, sir: this neighborhood is run by a big-dicked* sunuvabitch. He won’t censor you, but look out for the hounds.
Krucoff called me in to “Gentile shit up” around here, as things were getting a little too Jewey on YM. So here’s something from the JTS wire: “Sukkot Coordinator — Interested in coordinating Sukkot Yom Tov and Shabbat meals? Student Life seeks a Sukkot Coordinator to handle logistical aspects of the Sukkot Yom Tov and Shabbat meals including (but not limited to) arranging for Divrei Torah, serving as emcee during meals, and arranging seating assignments. In addition, the Sukkot Coordinator is responsible for coordinating the distribution of lulavim/etrogim orders. Pay is $300. If interested, please submit a brief letter of interest outlining your qualifications to email@example.com by Monday, August 11.”
Growing up in the DC area, the nation’s field trip capital, we probably took some things for granted. LIKE FREEDOM. What? Sorry, wrong post. No, what I mean is that our schools had easy access artillery at their disposal to trick us into happily marching through battlefields of learning. With future PSATs in mind, they could stick a 5th grade class in a mullet-proof bus and in a little over half an hour we’d be crawling under roped sections of Congress, eating crappy astronaut food at the Air & Space Museum, creeping past the crypt of John Paul Jones (Annapolis), folding flags at Fort McHenry (Baltimore), getting dragged through the Corcoran and watching an African dance performance at Howard University.
So it was announced yesterday that the National Museum of American History will reopen in November after two years of renovation. They’ve started a blog for the occasion, as all worthy occasions are marked. The excessively tattered Star-Spangled Banner, the size of Delaware, perhaps a blanket to cover the First State at night in the early days, is a vivid memory. Naturally it’s coming back, in all of its old and new glory, but sadly, there’s no longer room in the American consciousness (or floor plan) for Foucault’s pendulum.
Did someone say FIELD TRIP? Spooky. I have something for that. (Note: if my miscalculations are incorrect, there are TWO new guest bloggers here today. I believe one is Jewish and the other is not. Don’t worry, they’ve never met.)
We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us. We are the last generation, a culmination of all previous things, destroyed by the vapidity that surrounds us. The hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture so detached and disconnected that it has stopped giving birth to anything new.
Not going to lie: I really, really enjoyed the first season of The O.C.
i was on a flight recently and i was sitting next to a very professional business woman. i’m guessing she was 48 years old, very affluent and successful and poised. 15 minutes into the flight she took an ambien and went to sleep. 90 minutes later she woke up, looked at me and said ‘i like your glasses’. she took my glasses and tried them on. she then sat for a second, farted very loudly, and went back to sleep.
when she woke up later i could tell that she had absolutely no recollection of waking up and taking my glasses and farting loudly…some sleep drugs probably should be reconsidered at 38,000 feet in the company of complete strangers.
I’ll just get this one out of my system now too: Moz in Israel. Denton jokes ensue, predictably, even if it’s a lazy comparison (omg, they are both British!) but it’s not like Morrissey ever spent time on a kibbutz.