Hopstretch

If the Ginger Man is a shitshow on Friday, my mate who works around there suggests Rattle N Hum on East 33rd St. as an alternative.

The Libertines -- Up The Bracket

I'll allow this.

In bacon grease.

Jeez, finally!

I approve this message. But where is the other 6/7ths of the steak?

Happy Birthday!

It's a feature if you always want to have a pot of fresh bacon grease in your fridge to saute brussels sprouts in. Which I do.

Happy Birthday!

This is the second-worst thing that's happened in the last 24 hours.

I like my analysis better.

He's a fuckhead, and his core constituency is other fuckheads. He really has very little incentive to moderate the rhetoric that got him elected, since the more extreme he is the more they like it.

He's part salamander.

Fixed.

Hooooly shit I need to eat this.

I'll take "People You Want To Have As Little To Do With As Possible" for $200 please Alex.

May your Google Fu only continue to improve with age!

The first photo "Candy Cigarette" is of the American photographer Sally Mann's own children, which I think gives it an added poignancy. To me, the subject seems to be literally looking beyond the childhood her siblings are still happily caught up in, and only the mother among them knows what that means at that moment. Mann caught a lot of flak for photographing her children nude and in emotionally raw situations, but the results are often truly beautiful in my opinion.

This was a pleasant surprise!

My favorite out of their last few.

Now this. The Flaming Lips -- Oczy Mlody

This.

Feel like this belongs here. Numpties!