Summer in the City!
What Daft Punk “Get Lucky” would sound like if it came out in different decades. SOOOOOOO COOOOOOOL.
Once it gets to the 80’s shouldn’t it just sound like the original?
Today during my lunch break I spied an old white man painting a picture at a park that faces the World Trade Center.
As the Freedom Tower is nearly complete, I wondered whether he was painting the tower as it is or what it may look like when it’s done.
However, as I approached him, I was…
This is at once beautiful and heartbreaking.
Hobo Ethical Code
Writing a really dumb bit about hobos and doing a little research, I came about this list in the Hobo entry on Wikipedia and realized they make good rules for life in general. We are all hobos.
Also, apparently there was an official National Hobo Convention in 1889, so picture that in your mind and laugh forever.
An ethical code was created by Tourist Union #63 during its 1889 National Hobo Convention in St. Louis Missouri.[14] This code was voted upon as a concrete set of laws to govern the Nation-wide Hobo Body; it reads this way:
- Decide your own life, don’t let another person run or rule you.
- When in town, always respect the local law and officials, and try to be a gentleman at all times.
- Don’t take advantage of someone who is in a vulnerable situation, locals or other hobos.
- Always try to find work, even if temporary, and always seek out jobs nobody wants. By doing so you not only help a business along, but ensure employment should you return to that town again.
- When no employment is available, make your own work by using your added talents at crafts.
- Do not allow yourself to become a stupid drunk and set a bad example for locals’ treatment of other hobos.
- When jungling in town, respect handouts, do not wear them out, another hobo will be coming along who will need them as bad, if not worse than you.
- Always respect nature, do not leave garbage where you are jungling.
- If in a community jungle, always pitch in and help.
- Try to stay clean, and boil up wherever possible.
- When traveling, ride your train respectfully, take no personal chances, cause no problems with the operating crew or host railroad, act like an extra crew member.
- Do not cause problems in a train yard, another hobo will be coming along who will need passage through that yard.
- Do not allow other hobos to molest children, expose all molesters to authorities, they are the worst garbage to infest any society.
- Help all runaway children, and try to induce them to return home.
- Help your fellow hobos whenever and wherever needed, you may need their help someday.
Need help with your grades? Then Just Call KHAAAAAAANNN!!!
“You see, their young enter through the ears and wrap themselves around the cerebral cortex. This has the effect of rendering the victim extremely susceptible to suggestion. Later, as they grow, follows madness and death….I meant that has a metaphor for my SAT tutoring.”
I was hoping someone would chime in with a more specific reference! It’s been too long since I’ve watched it for me to top only the most famous line from that movie.
There was pizza in the break room but I’m not hungry. I want to take it home but I don’t have Tupperware so I taped two plates on top of one another. In 3 years ill be 30 and I’m not married, engaged, or have a girlfriend.
WE ARE ALL ANTHONY APRUZZESE.
WE ARE ALL ANTHONY APRUZZESE.
WE ARE ALL ANTHONY APRUZZESE
To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.
I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.
And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?
So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.
Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-
6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.
6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
Rapists do.
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.
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Time-Machine (via a comment at shakesville.com) Single greatest argument about this I have ever heard. (via justintheallan) And there it is, fellas. |
New mixtape - JACKSON ACCESS MEMORIES. Available here for free downlaod:
http://phillip-jackson.squarespace.com/jam/I really dig the latest Daft Punk album, Random Access Memories, so I made a short mixtape using some of my favorite songs from the album.
Let’s JAM!
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this is that hot fire
Cool people making cool stuff
Nice helmet
Check out this awesome graphic our good buddy Ryan Simmons made. Contact him to do stuff for you, he’s the best!
This should be made into a gif immediately.
Yeah good idea
That is awesome. I’ve never had anything GIF-ified before!
Rob Hart was laid off from the Chicago Sun-Times as part of the papers much-maligned decision to get rid of its entire photo staff.
“How many people come up to me and say, ‘Oh, your camera’s nice. I bet it takes great photos.’ Yeah, it does. Because I’m using it.” - Rob Hart
As far as executives are concerned, everyone can now be an award-winning creative professional just by using their fucking iPhones. I blame Apple advertising.
DEAR TUMBLR!
HERE IS MY SHORT FILM, “Speechless”.
It’s 15 minutes short, looks pretty, and has ROMANCE, BETRAYAL, and GRANDMAS!
I would LOVE IT if you wanted to REBLOG and REVIEW IT! Please give it a review! Be honest! I want to hear your real thoughts and how it does or doesn’t relate to you. I want to hear your critiques and what you would have done differently. I understand I may be asking for trouble, but I think overall I will benefit from this experience.
I want to learn—This is why I make these things.
If you don’t feel comfortable posting a review but still want to give me your thoughts, feel free to email me at paulbriganti {at} gmail dot com.
And if you’re interested, HERE is why I made it:
Seven years after graduating high school, I’ve learned that friendships are like how my dad describes the stock market: “It’s got ups and downs, but in the end, gets stronger”. He has no official knowledge of the stock market, but he has read a book on it once, I think.
During Christmas 2011, I realized I was having what people on the show Girls call a “mid-twenties crisis”. Like a delicious dish of Mexican fried ice-cream, I was shedding the deep fried, sweet shell of youth, bringing to light the doughy, better-dressed young man I have become today. But at the core of my crisis was the supposed death of a friendship.
After being strangers in the same high school, my best friend and I met and made weird, funny movies during our junior and senior years. In college, we stayed in touch. We knew there was something cool about the small network of filmmaking comedians that had grown among us.
After college, our friendship began to fizzle out. As they say on The Hills, we had “falling outs”. Through friends we’d hear insults, and eventually the only thing we had in common was hatred for each other. We were strangers once again.
It was around this time that I was asked to give a speech at my sister’s wedding. I was excited and honored. It was a challenge to attempt a connection with a room full of buzzed people who just wanted to eat, dance, and possibly kiss a stranger.
So instead of making TWO MOVIES (because that’d be insane, seriously who am I), I crammed those two experiences together and explored them with a film. With the help of my production company Landline, Sam Marine, and generous Kickstarter contributors who let me raise a portion of the budget, I wrote and directed what you see here. It’s mainly about a dude trying to give a speech at a wedding while some crazy uncle gets in the way, but what it means to me is much more.
SPEECHLESS stars some of the most special, brilliant actors I’ve come to know and love. In here you’ll see Michael Antonucci, George Basil, Hannah Pearl Utt, Ryan Hunter, and many more. It was produced by my incredibly gifted friend Sam Marine and co-produced by Dan Schoenbrun, and coordinated by “girl wonder” Caitlin Raftery. The photography is the handiwork of “boy wonder” Noah Yuan-Vogel and was gaffed by “man wonder” Zack Poots. Key grip was “man down under” Dylan Laziza, grip was Joe Poulos. The music is the beautiful work of Samuel Nobles and his group Mean Lady. Sarah Scheld was the art director, Jeff Gaumer did sound. Aleks Arcabascio was the assistant director, and the camera assistant was the mighty Kenny Wu. PAs were Adam Wagner, Ben Warheit, and Richard Walker, and Alan Gordon did the color grade. Also a million thanks to the artistically brilliant and hilarious Glenn Boozan for designing the poster and introducing me to new fonts every day.
Also a bunch of friends gave me very helpful notes on this, especially Anu Valia and Matt Kazman. I bothered them a lot and am astonished by their patience.
Since I’ve made this, my friend and I have become close again. Last Christmas we drank very strong whiskey and played board games. We may have problems again, but like the stock market, we’ll come around.
And after watching and reviewing “SPEECHLESS”, I guarantee you’ll feel better about that friend you lost touch with for whatever reason.
Or you might feel exactly the same.
Just watch the film.
Please. It’s funny.
Thanks!
I drunkenly asked Paul at a party a few months if there was any way I could watch this because I had seen the trailer and it looked great. He sent me the Vimeo link and the password and I watched it the next day and I was floored. This thing is so funny and touching and just well-done. Well done!
