Now it’s right. Good ol’ country comfort in my bones, the sweetest sound my ears have ever known, etc.
My notes are your notes
During class the person sitting next to me suddenly leaned over and put her face very close to my computer so that she could see the last line I wrote—she had misheard something in class and wanted to find out what was said. I do not know this person, so I thought the action was a strange sort of boundary-crossing. What if, instead of taking lecture notes, I had been writing my erotic historical fiction?
Calling new investors
True, the magazine industry is in a tough spot. I have an idea for a new one, however, that can become a winner even in this tough economic climate.
It is called Toilet Beautiful, and the first issue will feature mine on the cover. It is so clean.
"Make every Tumblr entry as if it was the last one of your life."
— Morgan Freeman to me, 11/2/09
What the Internet is made of
Tribute page to Penn-Can Mall in Syracuse, NY
This guy made a thorough tribute to his hometown mall. My favorite pictures were here, but do not miss the Flash-enabled mall map or the photos of the big Jerry Mathers event.
Also available is a DVD with 2.5 hours of “uncut footage” and “uncensored Penn-Can Mall stories.”
It is depressing to think about our culture as expressed in old photos of malls, but after a few minutes the site becomes moving in an unexpected way—that this guy and some contributors cared enough about whatever was happening there to enshrine it.
BEN & JERRY’S PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE PRODUCT REVIEW
Just as I was not one of those kids who’d come over to spend the night at your house and squeak out something annoying like, “Oh my gosh, I had two Cokes! All that sugar is going to keep me up for two days,” I don’t typically think something is “too much of a good thing.” Mixing pumpkin, cheesecake, and ice cream may be too many good things at once though.
On the first bite, all I tasted was butter. I visualized canned pumpkin sliding into a bowl of butter. The mellowness of cream cheese scanned just as sugar. This is all unpleasant.
Soon I hit the vein of crunchy graham cracker crust, and because I overvalue texture in my foods, the crust bits saved this ice cream from being totally gross (although I still felt stomach-heavy after eating a little).
Of course nothing can compare to Ben & Jerry’s raspberry brownie shit, which is the best ice cream I’ve ever had. I always imagine the CEO of Breyer’s or Edy’s taking it home in a brown paper sack, eating it furtively in his home office, and wanting to kill himself right on the spot because he knows he could never, ever, not in 2,000 years, make an ice cream as good as that.
ALRIGHT MY BIOLOGICAL CLOCK HAS TICKED I’M READY TO HAVE KIDS
THAT’S BJORN BORG AND MARIO BATALI
(via)
When the word “bisexual” is footnoted, I expect it to lead to some complicated or luxurious detail. I thought there might at least be a funny anecdote.
No dice.
I’m starting a new game:
HOW ABOUT… THIS GUY?
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
If you’re ever feeling down,
you can call and listen to me listen to this, and you will be cheered up.
(P.S. Neil is on tour!)
(P.P.S. Now that Geocities has shut down, I had to exercise my fandom by starting a Neil Hamburger page-a-day Twitter. What, it’s awesome! Don’t hate!)
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