"For you men who fit the criteria... don't kid yourselves, they're not sleeping with you. They're sleeping with a carefully calculated set of venal choices. Money over substance, looks over soul. Polish over principles. No gesture, no matter how real or romantic... will ever compensate for a really impressive list of credentials."
That's the fucking truth too.
@maui_nyc / facebook.com/fhnyc
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
On January 8, Tom Hansen meets Summer Finn, the new assistant to his boss. Tom trained as an architect but works as a writer at a greeting card company in Los Angeles. Following a karaoke night, Tom's co-worker, McKenzie, lets slip that Tom is attracted to Summer. Over the next few months, Summer and Tom grow closer, despite Summer making it clear to Tom that she does not believe in true love, and does not want a boyfriend.
Tom shows Summer his favorite spot in the city, which looks out over a number of buildings he likes, although the view is spoiled by parking lots. After several months of dating, Tom gets into a fight with a guy chatting up Summer, and they have their first argument. On day 290, Summer and Tom split up after they see The Graduate, a film which Tom thinks shows true love. Tom does not take the break up well, and Tom's friends call his younger sister, Rachel, to calm him down.
Summer quits the greeting card company. Tom's boss moves him to the consolations department, as his depression is not suitable for happier events. Months later, as Summer and Tom attend the wedding of a co-worker, they dance at the wedding and Summer catches the bouquet. They sit next to each other on the trip home and Summer invites Tom to a party at her apartment. Tom attends the party and sees that Summer is wearing an engagement ring. Upon seeing this, he leaves the party. Tom enters a deep depression, only leaving his apartment for alcohol and junk food. After a few days, he returns to work hungover and quits his job. He sets about re-applying himself to architecture, makes a list of firms, and begins to attend interviews.
On day 488, Summer sees Tom at his favorite spot in the city and they talk. Tom states his lack of understanding towards her actions. Summer explains that he was right about the existence of true love after all, and that she discovered in someone else all the things she had never felt with Tom. Tom wishes Summer well.
Twelve days later, on Wednesday, May 23, he attends a job interview and meets a girl who is also applying for the same job. Before entering the interview, he makes a date to have coffee with her afterward. He asks her for her name, and she replies, "Autumn".
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
"Come on skinny love just last the year, Pour a little salt we were never here, My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer, I tell my love to wreck it all, Cut out all the ropes and let me fall, My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, Right in the moment this order's tall..."
Bon Iver is #niiiice.
Monday, December 27, 2010
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| Wow... I remember when I was little my dad used to blast her music through the house. Sad she died at only 54, that around my dad's age... scary shit. |
"Teena Marie, a celebrated R&B singer-songwriter, was found dead Sunday at her California home, her manager said.
Born Mary Christine Brockert in Santa Monica, California, the 54-year-old artist famously paired with late funk legend Rick James and was nominated four times for a Grammy Award, according to her official website.
Marie was found dead by her daughter after apparently dying in her sleep, manager Mike Gardner said."
-CNN
Sunday, December 26, 2010
In my Fall of Rome jeans, my headporter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen clock shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools
Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules...
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