"Sometimes it’s good to grow a tough hide, but when I hear people say that they won’t get a dog because they had one when they were a kid and it died, or that they don’t want to fall in love because it hurts too much, I’m like, ‘fuck you.’ It pisses me off to think that we’re conditioned to push away bad feelings and to think that anything that’s uncomfortable is something to be avoided. When things are really bad nowadays, I recognize the value in it because it’s me filling my quota— it’s going to make my joy more intense later."
Awesome: Obama writes absence note for fifth-grader
Missing school to see the president? Be sure you get one of these. Ryan Sullivan, an employee at a Honeywell plant in Minnesota, got the chance to introduce Barack Obama Friday, which led to his fifth-grade son, Tyler, missing school. Fortunately, Barack came though with this. Awesome. (thanks HyperVocal, which is also on Tumblr)
If you want it, here it is,
Forever alone geek, I am.
Baxter Black: poet, commentator, cowboy, always ready for the Folsom Street Fair. HOT!
"One doughnut is not going to hurt you. In moderation, most things are OK. … That is exactly what we’re trying to do with soft drinks is get you to drink in moderation."
— NYC mayor Michael Bloomberg • Responding to criticism from the Today Show’s Matt Lauer about his office’s support of National Doughnut Day less than two days after announcing a proposed ban on soda sizes larger than 16 ounces. Bloomberg’s faced criticism from other politicians for spending his time on the issue. “I like Mayor Bloomberg, but are you kidding me? Come on,” House Speaker John Boehner said Friday. “Don’t we have bigger issues to deal with than the size of some soft drink that somebody buys?” What say you? Valid or hypocritical?
npr:
TGIF
Ahhhh yes. Friday, overcast, Robert Smith. Time for some “Just Like Heaven” from when The Cure played on WXPN in 2009. —Sarah
Metal is catharsis, metal is flooring it to “Love Me Like a Reptile” on an open highway, metal is a flailing mosh pit-punch to the eye (and the killer shiner afterward) and, when in the throng of tens or thousands of headbangers, metal is where I find my brothers and sisters, horns up and ready to scream bloody gore. — Lars Gotrich
Meet four people who headbanged and high-fived at Maryland Deathfest.
