Mr. Knickers - Falling Over The Moon

Everyone fights under the same blue sky

over the same blue sea

Brisk & Ham - Angel Eyes

Huh, just 147 pounds. The guy going up against Sagat and M. Bison and E. Honda and Zangeif. I’ve fought heavier and lighter, more skilled and less skilled, and skill does something, but there’s a reason fighting sports have weight classes. On the other hand, I guess Bruce Lee was only about 140 and all his old opponents freely admit his superiority.

P.S. I played Street Fighter I once, the model with punch pads, in an arcade at Walt Disney World. This was after SFII (maybe even Champion) came out, and it felt weird. I remember preferring Sunset Riders. Didn’t get really into pinball until later.

Force & Styles - Pretty Green Eyes

Force & Styles were the Hall & Oates of happy hardcore, and I <3 them for it.

People often think that my contrarianism means that I pretend to believe things just because other people don’t. No, it means that I do believe things just because other people don’t.

Like how I kind of look askance at my dad for leading a platoon in one of the minor ‘60s riots ('64 Philly? '68 Wilmington? I should ask) and not defecting to the rioters, and how at the same time I’m apparently one of the only people on Tumblr rooting for Qaddafi.

nationalism is the new liberalism was the old nationalism

Northern Lights - Love Of My Life (Ham mix)

fuckyeaheyegasms:

National Geographic’s Photography Contest 2010

Moths to Light. Moths attracted to a light in front of my home. (Photo and caption by Steve Irvine)

feastingonroadkill:

Surrealist map of the world 1929.

c86:

Early colour photograph taken by Léon Gimpel on Autochrome Lumière at the first air show, Grand Palais, Paris (September 30th, 1909)

I came of intellectual age in an American Studies program in which the Columbian Exhibition was the key to everything (also: why don’t white people talk in the theater anymore?) or maybe Disneyworld was the key to everything, said the younger olds?

Where’s our glory? Where’s our glory? Where’s our glory?

E-Logic & DNA - Kick Your Legs In The Air

So tonight I went up to the Short Stop for the Wednesday thing. The girl who looked like Lisa Loeb until I met Lisa Loeb was tending, but it was busy. I racked up to the bar and stuck my ass out cause thats how i roll

I was in my leather jacket and ponytail and leather hat it makes me look sexy I think so apparently she thought and this girl was rubbing up against me I was like cute thats subtle and then she was really going at it in the crowd I had one leg behind the other and she was straddling them with her hands on my hips and ass

And then the crowd shifted and she got pushed up to the bar, and she was this cute 23yo mexi girl in leather, except she was shy or ashamed or something and kept her hand up vertical to the side of her face so she didn’t have to  look at me or see me see her

I mean fuck no girl, you’re doing it wrong, grab me by the hair and hurt me and treat me like shit and I’m yours

toni braxton mariah carey fantasy honey mtv and the mulatta moment

So this last year with the political anger and the disrupting opponents’ meetings and the aligning with paramilitaries and the defining your enemies out of legitimacy, people were all “incipient fascism!”

And I was like yeah, yeah, you’re on to something, but interwar fascism and communism only really worked as responses to each other, and it’s not like there’s some labor movement out there in the streets.

Daydream - Galaxy

The thing I find most endearing about Charlie Sheen in all this is his naked resentment of the idea that he’s even being asked to respect the creative mind behind Two and a Half Men.

Schmetterlinge!

Blossom - Butterflies