She packed my bag last night / Pre-flight (Taken with Instagram at JFK Virgin America Terminal)
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East / I live out there, so don’t go there / But that don’t mean a n***a can’t rest in the West…
I’m goin’ goin’, back to Cali, Cali.
Source Spotify!
Sucker for Soccer.
I know not from whence Zoran Lucić’s design project on various football legends originated. I only know they are remarkable, and I would be pleased as punch to have any of them adorning my walls.
It’s been announced all over, but in case you haven’t heard — the New York City Department of Records has 870,000 images online for anyone to look through. Unsurprisingly, they’ve been slammed with traffic since the announcement, so it’s a little hard to get through. But being able to sift through years and years of New York history is no small thing.
Even in my quick, cursory time looking through, I was able to dig up images of Five Points in the 1880’s (about twenty years after the time period when Copper is set).
Be sure and bookmark the archive, then come back in a week or so once the traffic has leveled out. You won’t be disappointed.
Key & Peele: Obama Loses His SH*T
It delights me to no end that the President himself mentioned how much he liked this clip. POTUS has a sense of humor, y’all.
Source youtube.com
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Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it—don’t cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist—but don’t think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you.
About this time I wouldn’t blame you if you gave me a burst. Jesus it’s marvellous to tell other people how to write, live, die etc.
I’d like to see you and talk about things with you sober. You were so damned stinking in N.Y. we didn’t get anywhere. You see, Bo, you’re not a tragic character. Neither am I. All we are is writers and what we should do is write. Of all people on earth you needed discipline in your work and instead you marry someone who is jealous of your work, wants to compete with you and ruins you. It’s not as simple as that and I thought Zelda was crazy the first time I met her and you complicated it even more by being in love with her and, of course you’re a rummy. But you’re no more of a rummy than Joyce is and most good writers are. But Scott, good writers always come back. Always. You are twice as good now as you were at the time you think you were so marvellous. You know I never thought so much of Gatsby at the time. You can write twice as well now as you ever could. All you need to do is write truly and not care about what the fate of it is.
Go on and write.
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Mind. Blown.
