I am the white sky high over Tripoli

Friday again. And little has changed since last week beside the facts that it's sunny, the Olympics are coming to town, I understand the difference between Qualitative and Quantitative Hedonism, and smell like a cross between a fine leather saddlery and a coal mine, thanks to this traditional British soap I've been using.

"A day off is something real special, but, so is a good neighbor."

In case you were wondering what cowboys looked like in the 1980s. Someone should sample the shit out of these.

I want to have sex with these sneakers

[High Snobiety]

End of Week Beastmode

[And just because it's Sunday Funday]

Today's thing that's better than writing an English paper

Sledding in Medfield, USA from JOE MACLEOD on Vimeo.

Things I have had enough of:
fedoras/any hat resembling a fedora, unless donned by Dr. Rajorshi Chakraborti, who can do what he wants.
the "soul"cd in our kitchen
ethical theory
J. D. Salinger remembrances

Things I have not had enough of:
riding my awesome new (old) bike!
cherry pie
courgette cake
green velvet blazers with suede elbow patches
Satanic Panic In the Attic
The comment sections of J. D. Salinger remembrances

"So all the females know that the exercises are compatible to them."

"I'm just playin, I don't really wanna take yo' ass nowhere."

February third, two thousand and ten: Royce da 5'9", Tekken 2, Jude the Obscure, Charlie Rose, High Modernism, etc. Also, come this May, I'll be dancing my beer-soaked behind off in sunny Barcelona to the likes of Pavement, Panda Bear, and Lee "Scratch" Perry. Stoked.

Picture this:

“I started writing and making up characters in the first place because nothing or not much away from the typewriter was reaching my heart at all.”-J. D. Salinger

[Lillian Ross, The New Yorker]