- in addition to Citi Bikies, Citi UMBRELLAS—never be without a ‘brella again
- baggies of pre-chopped mirepoix
- pants with a built-in cupholder
- Tinder for goths
I wrote (and illustrated! hah) a thing on New Hive called “The Sunday Scaries.” It is sort of like a children’s book for young adults. Read hurr.
“In the early 2000s, music journalism fixated particularly on emo’s perceived lack of muscle. For example: “A group that combines emo, the wimpiest of rock genres, with a capella singing, the wimpiest of campus activities, is just asking for abuse.” And this in a favorable review! “
"My first name ain’t Baby, it’s Molly…oh no just kidding, it is Baby. Because it’s warm out. My mistake.”
"Strategically place one half of an everything bagel on a flat surface below your chin to catch any stray tears not sopped up already by dabbing your face with the other half of the everything bagel. Just eat the bagel first and you won’t be sad!"
This is a document containing the most insanely brilliant and compelling bits of marketing/trend reporting I’ve ever read. It’s pure poetry and pure garbage at the same time.
Normcore…it’s like the Communist Manifesto but instead of “Workers of the world, unite!” it’s “Don’t worry, you can still wear Adidas soccer sandals and be cool.”
“the Irascibles" - aka abstract expressionist bros
check out Hedda Sterne, boss bitch in the back. i’m making this my business card somehow
I have a lil paragraph in today’s Daily Rumpus email, which is cool. I admire Stephen Elliott’s willingness to try new things—lately it seems like trying new things is the solution to all problems—all of mine, and maybe all problems in general.
Oh, you don’t subscribe? You should. It is always a gem in an inbox of rocks.
DID YOU KNOW: This Recording delivered the 100 greatest painters in Western history, right to our eyeballs, on this very day. No really, they did. It is just like Buzzfeed’s definitive ranking of NYC subway trains, only instead of being 100% wrong, it is 100% right.*
Feast your eyes! Feast, feast! Right here.
This is Kurt Cobain’s aunt in 1998. In case you were wondering.