inez upon her steed, "woodrow"

inez milholland, captioned as the prettiest suffragist in the country. nice to see little has changed in the dumbshit american media. a lot is said about the social and intellectual decline of america, but when, exactly, was our "apex"?

she was an early vassar grad, labor & civil rights lawyer and active in the pacifist movement leading up to WWI. here she is riding on washington in a nawsa parade in 1913.

unfortunately she died several years before the passage of the nineteenth amendment, and was re-cast as a martyr for the cause because of it.

I love old persons

"Brittany...like the North of France, or like that blond girl who was gyrating on the tv a few years ago?"

be careful

Someone

...really likes Augustine's "Confessions" -

Hint: it's not me.

more crap from thought catalog

Sassy kids.

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She's so absurd that she belongs in another era, but she won me with her opening attacks upon short people. I have no problem with short persons, I'm just saying; live in a mushroom? That's funny.

"I have an almost never-ending list of personal flaws and past mistakes, yet I sit atop a golden throne of judgment,"

Well that doesn't ring any bells. It seems to be that being a total prick is sometimes really well-counterbalanced by owning and criticising one's assholish ways. That's my approach anyway.

http://8tracks.com/

I use this site every day at work. I've discovered things I wouldn't really expect to like, like Mariee Sioux. Not that there's anything unlikeable about her but anything that seems kind of hipstery cute just pisses me off. My only complaint is that when you choose the "soul" tag, 100 stupid mixes come up, "music to make you smile," "music that reminds me of my trip to france," blah blah blah.

I am looking for Sam Cooke, not the Sundays.

cupolas and spires and scrolled balconies

amazing. beautifully creepy, in a rose for emily sort of way.

"doilies are like dream-catchers," he says. doily-makers are a type. even i don't have much inclination to pick that one up. when i worked in picture framing, i hated the doilies. people would bring in outrageously sized things they had bought on vacation somewhere, some quaint township in the countryside somewhere in the u.k., a complex doily with perhaps the rustic image of a farmhouse or cow knotted inside. it took hundreds of stitches to get them down. and then what did you have? a fucking doily on a blue velvet mat in an oak frame!

Oh, wait

ayyy lauv yaaauuu

If I can turn that around then I can certainly take care of national syndication. I will start with SF Gate. BLAM

dreamy days

Tori

I love this Tori. She looked like such a strange, rumpled pixie then, with her wild red hair and strange outfits. She had some kind of beatific realness to her. This early stuff is so rattlingly good to me.

I never listen to her anymore. Sometimes it's just too much.

I hadn't heard this cover before. In love with it. And with the intense and melancholy way she plays it. It feels like she's alone, playing it for herself.