xmas sales

by k. treiberg. leipzig, germany.

"here comes the offer!"

don't worry— let's call it even

"sick dialogue from an english textbook in korea"
– j. lee

what's purple with yellow polka-balls?

by a. litak.

in case of fire

by rukes. seattle, 11.10.2010.

arrow shirts

If that guy on the left keeps photo-bombing this efficiently, I’m gonna be out of a job.

vice

Kaskade @Voyeur, Haiti Relief

A few of my over 21 trance friends went to Voyeur in downtown SD on Monday night to see Kaskade play for a Haiti benefit event.

so kaskade signed this stupid painting and they auctioned it starting at 500 and ppl were all drunk n were like 600! 700! n some guy was like 1000!!! and then some other retard was like TWO THOUSAND on some B grade movie shit. woww

–Eddy Yum

high five escalator! + no pants!

Improv Everywhere: High Five Escalator, Feb.2009

I am definitely a fan of Improv Everywhere.

No Pants Subway Ride 2010 is coming up this Sunday, January 10th!

Details for New York, San Diego, San Francisco, and more cities.

No Pants 2009 photos.

Gosh, New York looks so big and fun.

I want to go to NYC and pretend to be a Brooklyn hipster and go to these organized, random, smile-inducing mass gatherings.

Check out all the other experiments by the agents at Improv Everywhere, such as this one.

No Pants Subway Ride

shh: when you ask why they look so upset

Josie: Hey Ethan!

Ethan: [heavy sigh] Hey, Josie.

Josie: Why the long face?

Ethan: What are you talking about?

Josie: Your face. Just now, you look mad or sad or something.

Ethan: I was just thinking.

Josie: About something sad?

Ethan: What, is this an interrogation? Do I need to relate a sordid tale now? Christ, are you expecting something about how I didn’t get a puppy when I turned 8, and instead I got a fucking trumpet, and I was so mad I threw it on the carpet and I thought it would be fine because it’s carpet but the bell crumpled and everyone yelled at me and so I’m all fucked up now?

Josie: Sorry. Jesus. Just wondered if something’s wrong.

Ethan: Do you really want to have a conversation about this? Do you really fucking want to get into all the reasons we should be fucking terrified? Glenn Beck is on TV telling his 3 million bobble-headed viewers the Three-Fifths Compromise was a step toward abolition, voters are shooting down gay marriage left and right, the ice caps are melting, we’re spending more money in the Middle East in a day than I’ll see in my entire wasted existence and Sarah Palin’s book was a bestseller on Amazon before it fucking came out. We’re on the brink of a fucking apocalypse. Anyone who’s happy is either deluded, misinformed or just fucking stupid.

Josie: …so nothing’s up with you today?

Ethan: Me? I’m actually having a really good morning. This is just my default face.

homeless hipsters

Hipster napping on the L train or homeless chick braving the cold?

hipster is the new homeless

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Leaving in a few hours to drive up to Tahoe for a short va-cay, coming back on Christmas Day. Going with the mother and aunt and uncle. And the 3 bratty little cousins. Oh I hope they sleep on the car ride up, so I can listen to my trance in peace and nap.

applied mathematics in action

definitely goes well with the other

explosions and boobs

alriiight.

Energy Econ final today was alright. I just wasn't sure how to do one of the 2 calculation problems. German final tomorrow, German conversation and Int'l101 final on Thursday, then Scandinavian Politics right after Environmental Economics final on Friday. Then wooot, Launataina! Seeing a special friend for a bit and then flying back home. Winter break! Yeeeah.

texting: the hipster way

Let us suppose that a hipster girl named Marni is out on the town with a gaggle of other hipsters, kickin’ it at a local watering hole’s massive experimental jazz dance night. She recently met a hipster boy when she was at her friend’s DJ thing at that bar that no one goes to anymore, but she went because, you know, Liam is at least trying to make something of himself (even though he lives in Jersey and gets wasted pretty much every day). For some reason she and this dude with an impressive neck tat started talking. She was struck by his passion for the Irish author James Joyce and his piercing blue eyes. He was struck by her knowledge of French New Wave films and the fact that she touched his arm a lot. They exchanged digits. They haven’t actually gone out yet, but have been volleying back witty texts about the cinematic score of The Virgin Suicides and Neck Tat’s slight Napoleon Complex for days now. It’s late. Marni is feeling kind of lonely/blue, so—bolstered by whiskey and against the advice of her friends—she shoots a text to Neck Tat (who is entered in her phone as such, as she does not give romantic interests real names until they earn that right—they never do).

To: Neck tat

Hey, I’m at Trophy Bar, if you’re around.

Sent: Thurs, Nov 12 11:45 p.m.

Marni stares at her phone for the next hour and a half. She puts it in her pocket, set to vibrate so that she will know when Neck Tat deigns to answer. She wonders, frantic, whether she’s fucked things up by contacting him as the minutes tick by.

Meanwhile, Neck Tat, sprawled on the floor of his friend’s loft, receives and reads the text immediately. He put his phone back on the floor next to the pile of empty Tecate cans and ruminates on what to say. No fucking way is he going to answer after, like, five minutes like some kind of desperate clod. No.fucking.way. After the requisite hour and a half, he flips open his phone.

From: Neck Tat

I’m at home. Come by and hang with me.

Received: Fri, Nov 12 1:15 a.m.

Marni, being smashed out her mind at this point, texts him back immediately, asking what his address is.

Back at Hipster Douchebag headquarters, Neck Tat peeps the text, flips his phone closed, drains a Tecate and settles in for about 30 minutes before the next text. Marni continues to drink.

That’s right, children: Although technology has made it possible for us to contact each other in mere seconds, hipsters have de-evolutionized the concept of communication, taking us back to the dark ages. You might as well send a fucking telegram, because the average hipster texts at the speed of a carrier pigeon.

Stuff Hipsters Hate: Texting You Back in a Timely Fashion

shit's too scene

Jane: So how do you like living in Greenpoint?

Toby: I dunno, I used to like it, but now it’s just too much of a scene.

Jane: Oh, I get that. I just moved here and I can already totally appreciate that. I’m thinking of getting a bike soon. Seems like a good thing to have around here.

Toby: Oh, I was thinking of getting a bike, too. But then there’s all those bike kids around all the time, like, talking about vintage frames and shit. It’s just become too much of a scene.

Jane: Oh, well. I just thought it would be easier than taking the bus, but I can see what you mean. Do you go to a lot of shows around here? Where’s good to go?

Toby: I used to go to shows more, but then it started to seem like people were going to concerts to be cool, not because they actually like the band. It’s too much of a fucking scene.

Jane: Oh, OK. I get that. I feel like that at shows sometimes. But, you know, I like seeing bands live sometimes… So what do you do for fun?

Toby: I mostly just spend a lot of time by myself…

Jane: Ah.

Toby: But that whole loner thing is starting to become too much a scene.

stuffhipstershate: when shit becomes too much of a scene

i f-in love deadmau5

apparently The Doors play at 7 for an hour... shit. missed em :(...

another night out... another dance floor. im pertty sure this is what that lyric meant.

—deadmau5 @houseofblues, San Diego

a mean-lookin' trio

That's someone ready for Halloween.

jessica chou.

Bill Gates on the move

Dad: When migraine geeks
Me: Migraine?
Dad: Sorry, I mean migrating geeks.
Me: Migrating geeks?
Dad: Yeah. Goose. Plural is geeks.
Me: You mean geese.

mydadisafob.

bart twitter

Monday, Sept. 21:

Geez this girl on bart is telling the dude next to him that she can help him turn into a vampire. WTF!!
http://twitter.com/chiratsu/statuses/4162224476

Sunday, Sept. 20:

Really guy on @SFBart? Is tying those 2 grocery bags to your beltloops really more convenient than carrying them? You look like Hobo-Batman.
http://twitter.com/edcasey/statuses/4137867737

seen & heard on BART

should kids go to big rock concerts?

uvamla99 9/3/2009 7:12:26 AM

Kids should not be seen in public. They should only be allowed out when everyone is asleep and only for about an hour.

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2nd Worse Rave I've Been To

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Scary Caterpillars Attack Honda Civic

This Honda Civic has been completely entrapped by a pack of rare caterpillars along with the rest of the Dutch street it's been parked on. Holland's response?
They'll turn into butterflies in four weeks anyways.

jalopnik