Hey internet, I made you a mix of summertime covers on @8tracks: “Cover me this summer.”
Track List:
1. Cupid (Sam Cooke) — Melanie Fiona & The Illadelphonics
2. You Belong With Me (TSwift) — Butch Walker
3. I Wanna Hold Your Hand (Beatles) — Al Green
4. Fat Bottomed Girls (Queen)— Antigone Rising
5. Sixteen Going On Seventeen (Sound of Music) — Modern Music
6. Young Americans (Bowie)— The Cure
7. Lovesong (the Cure) — Jack Off Jill
8. Fuck and Run (Liz Phair)— Cassettes Won’t Listen
9. Chicago (Sufjan Stevens)— DeVotchKa
10. All I Want Is You (Barry Louis Polisar) — Vespers
11. Beggin’ (Madcon) — The Saturdays
12. Telephone (gaga + bey) — Pomplamoose
13. Tubthumping (chumbawumba) Angus & Julia Stone
14. Summertime (gershwin) - The Wailin’ Jennys
15. Let It Be Me (Everly Brothers) — Reid Jamieson
16. Bulletproof ([La Roux) — Lou Barlow
(Source: 8tracks.com)
dclx
Guys! DCLX is tomorrow! I know!
The public gallery broke into a traditional Maori love song after the announcement that the same-sex marriage bill had passed for New Zealand.
Excuse me while I go cry
I cried this is so great
Blanket “Don’t Go To Graduate School!” Advice Ignores Race and Reality?
I’ve read this twice over.
the KEEP presents BRYAN CAHALL and the BUMPER JACKSONS and SOLOMON DOUGLAS and the OBERTONES and also MY DAD
In short, that crazy week went quite well.
At some length, that show was exactly what I’d dreamed of, and is the best party I’ve ever thrown. In my current life.
I want to talk it all out, but I just want to put this here. For now. This whole week - last night at the Newseum - has been more piano, but still just as sweet.
A Biting Chance: Etymological Origins of Words Related to Emotions
thrill: from the Old English word “thirl” (900 AD), meaning “hole”. (Nostrils = nose-thirls.) To “thirl” something meant to pierce it, to make a hole. Around the 1400’s the word metathesized to become “thrill”, and the definition became metaphorical - to feel pierced by a certain emotion. So when…
The Busy Trap
You’ve probably had to listen to a lot of people tell you how busy they are. It’s become the default response when you ask anyone how they’re doing: “Busy!” “So busy.” “Crazy busy.” It is, pretty obviously, a boast disguised as a complaint. And the stock response is a kind of congratulation: “That’s a good problem to have,” or “Better than the opposite.”
… They’re busy because of their own ambition or drive or anxiety, because they’re addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in its absence.”
The Bacon-Wrapped Economy
“Tech has brought very young, very rich people to the Bay Area like never before. And the changes to our cultural and economic landscape aren’t necessarily for the better.” - Ellen Cushing
what emotional maturity?
It’s still so hard for me to tell: do you care for me, or are you simply a great dancer?
Should I even mildly give a damn?
