My room is as white as this blog.
Charles Bukowski made crude literary.
And Pablo Neruda made Lord Voldemort cry.
Masterdebating is fun and contributes positively to society.
Travel-food-adventure-music-ness.
Today Los Angeles, CA, but tomorrow?
"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast." -Oscar Wilde
“Of few things does Schopenhauer speak with great assurance than he does of the effect of aesthetic contemplation: he says of it that it counteracts sexual ’interestedness,’…”the beautiful promises happiness”; to him [Stendhal] the fact seems to be precisely that the beautiful arouses the will (“interestedness”).”
-Nietzsche
So yeah, moral of the brief reading, is that David is in fact, hot, and that it does not degrade art, or offend the propriety encompassing aestheticism, if you feel that way. What is offensive, however, is that the museum housing this true hunk of marble decided to close its doors on a bullshit whim the day I had an appointment to visit. Bella Italia, sei volubile!
Am I really going to review my liquor store? Well, okay, why not.
Dear Evanston 1st,
You have been there for me for many years through the good times and the bad. Here are some things I’ve been meaning to tell you:1) You are so close to my house. God forbid I ever try to go straight-edge.
2) You have a good selection of wine and beer (I am forbidden to drink anything else).
3) When you have long lines, they move fast.
4) Employees are nice and helpful and laugh at my silly dogs tied up outside.
5) You always give my daughter a lollipop so she is learning early on to associate the liquor store with good things.But…
1) I find cheaper wine occasionally at Whole Paycheck (your cheapest wine is usually $8 or $9) or Cost Plus World Market.
2) Your hours are disappointing. I know, I know, it’s not your fault (the fault lies with the City of Evanston), but I don’t know how many times I have walked over at 5 past 10 and you’re closed.
…and as highlarious as all the names are, I just don’t know if I could keep a straight face telling someone my address on Butt Hole Road, wondering whether they’re thinking I live in a gay prostitution alley. On the other hand, Thong, Kent may have merit.