Mendel Palace

constellation-funk:

thebristolboard:

“The Ultimate Superman Tale” by David Lasky.

ohhhhhhhhhh that one hurts

scas:

What!?”#$%&
嘘だと言っておくれ。

Well this sucks.

anarcho-queer:

The father of Ramarley Graham, a Bronx teen who was killed in his home by the NYPD last year, holds two fliers promoting the Stop the Cop march next month and the
1st memorial (+ rally and candlelight vigil) for Ramarley which will be held on February 2nd @ 749 East 229th Street at 2pm.

iamdavidbrothers:

(via Forget Singles: The Albums You Needed to Own This Year | Underwire | Wired.com)

I wrote about five albums i really dug this year for Wired. It’s the first time that I’ve written about music for an outlet, as opposed to doing it for myself whenever I feel like it. Strange: I don’t feel any type of way about that, tho I feel like I should feel something.

Some good music talked up in here. I’ve been playing Aesop Rock’s album for a while now and there’s a few albums on this list I need to listen to some more.

Jeez, that comment section though. People using the title as an excuse to rant about how we don’t “own” digital music, people not knowing the music on the list and snarking about not being as “hip” as the writers, and a bunch of people going on about how music sucks now and that these bands will be forgotten in 20 years and Rush’s new album was the best this year (which after listening to some tracks from it and as someone who likes Rush… no).

When am I going to learn to not read comment sections anymore?

natepatrin:

Neither is the little girl, actually. She did come back after the conversation, just once, and said she’d actually went up to the grocery store with her parents and told the homeless guy about my job offer. As it turns out, this “homeless guy” — who I didn’t actually personally know, and brought up as a purely theoretical person at the time — was this fella Jerry who used to work at the Ford plant until he was laid off and needed to do some odd jobs to support himself. Last summer I offered him $50 for one day of work to do all the things I asked the little girl to do. But all he did was complain: first, when he was pulling weeds, he asked me if I had any gloves or a Garden Weasel or something he could borrow to make the job easier. I told him I did fine without all that stuff and that $50 for an honest day’s work should more than make up for it. Then, when he was sweeping my driveway, my dog came running out of the house and started barking non-stop at him. Jerry said he was nervous around dogs, which is crazy — I mean, Hercules is pretty big for a Great Dane but he’s friendly once you get to know him. He asked me to bring the dog back inside and I told him to just ignore it, but he seemed way too distracted to do his job properly, taking all that extra time to finish because he couldn’t stop putting ten feet between himself and the dog every time it came close. And then, here’s the ridiculous part: he was mowing the lawn when the mower hit a rock and it ricocheted out and hit his leg. It didn’t look like a deep cut — I mean, I’ve had scrapes before, but I’ve bucked up and dealt with it and I’m smart enough not to wear shorts while mowing the lawn anyways. Jerry? He whined about wanting some disinfectant and some fancy-ass gauze bandage for it. I brought him a Band-Aid that he whined was “too small” — I’m surprised he didn’t moan that it was the “wrong color,” too; you know how some people want special treatment and everything. In the end, he took an hour longer than I’d hoped, so I was almost late for my tee time. When I docked him $10 — well, I could tell he was ungrateful, even if he didn’t show it, but he put on this fake diplomatic front and asked if there was anything else he could help with — cleaning the gutters or washing my Lexus or some other thing I can perfectly well do myself. I told him he was lucky I didn’t hire some illegal or my nephew or some local 12-year-old to do the work he just did for $20, and sent him off.

Not like it matters much, though. This neighborhood’s been going to shit since the housing crisis, so I’ve had my eye on this nice high-rise condo downtown. No lawn to mow, no driveway to sweep, no weeds to pull — man, that’ll make my life a whole lot easier.