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MTV Basura TV
Yo solia amar con locura este comercial
Q es lo q quiere la muchachita…
We finally got around to buying Start the Party for the Playstation Move. Great party game!
Living Eighths of the Day: Manhattanite Felice Cohen makes the most of her $700/mo., 90sq. ft. Upper West Side microstudio.
Then again, there’s clearly so much more she could be doing.
[gawkertv.]
Oh my god. I thought this was a joke until I went to the video page.
wow what a deal and so spacious too
alright, I’m sure she loves it but I couldn’t do it
I like having sex in a bed (and other places, but bed is classic and great) and there’s no way you could manage it and not be fucking bored as hell
there I said it
Still haven’t done my taxes!
I have two weeks to find an accountant proficient in gay math. Fuck if I’m going to figure it out now that we own property together.
Soma Magazine feature.
Photo by Owen Richards
Article for Soma Magazine written by by J. Poet:
On their debut EP, Young Silence, Echo Lake’s expansive, hypnotic music is quietly overwhelming and completely irresistible. Bandleader and producer Thom Hill has created a sound that moves smoothly between icy, hissing guitar fuzz, keyboard textures denser than the atmosphere of Jupiter and tidal waves of psychedelic noise. When the delicately indecipherable vocals of Linda Jarvis come floating through the mix, equal parts wailing banshee and shy Victorian lady, the songs take off into uncharted musical and emotional territory. The delicious tension between Hill’s throbbing lo-fi production and Jarvis’s ethereal vocals has made Echo Lake one of Britain’s top bands, almost overnight. Not too bad for songs that almost didn’t make it off of the tape deck.
C. Wright Mills. Mills was invited to speak in the Soviet Union as an honored guest, due to his criticisms of economies in the West. He was asked to make a toast at a banquet, and in his contrarian way, toasted Trotsky, whose works had been banned in the Soviet Union by Stalin.
i was just told about this incident last night at the bar (drunken conversations about trotsky and stalin and c wright mills’ motorcycle….)
