these fucking guys.
(Source: sixnatures)
I more-or-less agree; Alan Cheuse said the same thing, in non-comix form, in his NPR review.
Three Panel Book Review: Freedom, by Jonathan Franzen
EVERYONE: Please take your Pulitzer Prize Scan-Tron Ballots out of the drawer (because everyone who reads my Tumblr is on the Pulitzer board and also obviously that is how the Pulitzer is chosen, by Scan-Tron). This “Ultimate History of Wet Hot American Summer” article from Details is our generation’s Whatever Woodward & Bernstein Wrote (you literally just fell asleep reading those names, I know).
Money quote:
PAUL RUDD: Seven a.m., and I’m telling Elizabeth Banks she tastes like a burger and I don’t like her anymore. I’ll wake up at any time, in any weather, to say, “You taste like a burger.”
As if I needed another reason to love Prague above all others.
Isn’t it appealing to think of sealing yourself up in one of these for a few months?
(via gabedelahaye)
Never doubt the power of clean lines and natural substances.
(Ellis Residence on Bainbridge Island, WA, by Coates Design — via The Contemporist)
I’ll admit, The Knife’s Silent Shout flew over my head in 2006. I liked it well enough, but I didn’t have many reference points in my listening habits for the record; so, it slid to the backburner. Purity Ring’s “Belispeak” alone makes a strong enough case for Silent Shout to get some more play. The duo have clearly paid attention to The Knife and Fever Ray, and they’ve diluted Karin Dreijer Andersson’s creepiness to a mid-level unease. In other words, “Belispeak” hits the right notes on the pop song spectrum in a way that The Knife itself hasn’t done since “Heartbeats”. An indian summer jam for creeping out the people in the car next to you.
