Jarvis Cocker would like you to know that the music video exhibit opening at the Museum of the Moving Image tomorrow is SO RAD. 

No drama.
Sometimes we walk around the apartment in underwear, just to feel comfortable and free at home. You can do the same if you want. But if you have any problem with that, this is not the place for you. Sorry.

— You know, based on my past experiences with people who are “open,” these two statements do not seem to go together?

Why New Yorkers Are Moving to Philly and What It Means →

titivil:

Well hello there, 1998.

Could not get past the first page. In large part because anyone who complains about a 1,100-square-foot apartment being ‘tiny’ is Not Really A New Yorker. Sorry.

(Source: nusca)

High five.

that old Funny Cry Happy Gift awning on 14th Street, New York, NY by ⓑⓘⓡⓒⓗ from memphis on Flickr.

Miss you, old NYC.

Concorde, sleeping.

Managed Expectations

I hailed a cab because I was running late. “Busy night for you, huh,” I said after giving the driver my destination. Somehow he interpreted this as a referendum on his income-earning power because for the rest of the ride he told me about how much people wanted from him. People in Las Vegas calling him because they were down and out and in need of $300. Family members asking if they could move in. Women telling him that they’d fuck guys if it meant they could get cars or expensive clothes. (He used a popular song to illustrate this point over and over, to the point where it sort of got stuck in my head.) White women weren’t immune from this either, in case I was wondering. It went on. Mostly I answered with clucked tongues and “oh my goodness”-ing.

But at one point I said, “That’s so funny because all I want is a second date with someone who is nice and likes me.”

He kept yelling.