life lesson no. 927

kids, take advantage of a time when your life hasn't yet become some neverending losing game of frogger.

see also: crazy

alright so maybe i have a teeeeeensy crush on you. just like a really really tiny infatuation.
because you're musical and witty and funny and cute and so smart and you play video games. and you, oh, you are so cool.
AND SO OFF LIMITS.
thank god i'm 100% sure it won't get out of hand.
muuuuuurrrrrrrrrr :|

jfc

i am at my most vulnerable and indecisive when i'm trying to figure out the DAMN STOCK MARKET.

will just be here... loathing my indecision... quoting prufrock under my breath...

ugh. i don't know, man..

it wasn't vivid, but so detailed. eurgh. i'm never reading tolstoy before bed again.

sweater vests next

it's a strange day when, apropos of nothing, it comes that you realize your favorite wine may be pinot noir.

you realize we sound and write a bit like what we read, and resolve not to read any more sylvia plath, but more lorca.

there may be more to life than books, but probably not more than half. because as long as anything's been around, someone's had something to say about it. is counting sheet music cheating?

bordeaux with a nice spicy andouille, and a languedoc to round off the night.

white wines are infinitely more drinkable, but reds are thoughtful. reds are the dark beers of the wine world, and i'm pretty sure all hell will break loose when i find the equivalent of a really good stout.

i also wonder: only good wines get better as they get older. the shit ones turn to vinegar. which one are you?

hipster hipster (read all about it)

i got to thinking about hipster culture the other day. how we seem to be this subculture that makes its own self commentary. we go to little five, and drink the pbr, and take the blurry holga-polaroids, and then we make fun of the utter ridiculousness of it all. we comment on the vapid irony of ironic conformity that defines a subculture wherein every hipster looks the same. meanwhile, we find ourselves intrigued by the latest pitchfork darling, pride ourselves in liking the weird.

odd future wolf gang. old educational videos. really, REALLY bad music.

the weirdness blends together and congeals into something that other people see as contemptible, but what's new is that we see it too. most of us embrace it, but we're nevertheless self aware.

and so there is this strange divide, where we partake. we embrace lo fi and thrift stores and then see the flaws of being an overprivileged, underexperienced subclass.

what we have to understand is that we will never be able to do hipster as it's defined. it's too entrenched in the past, with its hippie values and emphasis on vintage. take a look at the turntables. and the grainy film photos? it's like modern art. did i mention the (sometimes) TERRIBLE music?

we? are too full of smartphones and macbooks and higher learning. $69 dollar ripped shirts at urban outfitters.

we seem to be the first subculture that can't ever actually be what it is pioneering.

because we can only move forward. and a foray in the past is fine for halloween. but to try and become it is ridiculous.

we use tenses. when we are hipsters, we say 'i'. 'we'. when we make fun of 'them', 'i' say 'they'.

we are indeed a new mixed breed of past and present, retro with technological enhancement. but that's not what hipsters are trying to be, or even defined as, and that's why everyone (else? hmm) thinks we're fucking idiots.





also, guys wearing girl jeans. that's pretty stupid.

ETA: KNOW WHAT ELSE IS STUPID? INSTAGRAM. FUCK DAT SHIT

priorities

is something like not reading a lot of books and/or not using apostrophes enough reason to not go on a date with someone?

j/w