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My Therapist Said I Don't Have to Listen to Joy Division Anymore | NOISEY
I don’t think I’ll ever be okay not listening to Joy Division. Maybe that means I’ll be a broken person forever, but hell, that was probably gonna happen anyway
“Which was how I ended up in my new therapist’s office on the eve of another event, ranting about my ridiculous Joy Division issues and telling him that the only thing sadder than a borderline suicidal girl using ‘Shadowplay’ as a shoulder to cry on in her bedroom was a bunch of grown men and women lurching around to the utterly undanceable ‘Love Will Tear Us Apart,’ chasing the beat and their youth with about the same amount of success. Which was how he ended up listening patiently to the whole mess and ending our session with a soft and simple ‘Sarah, you don’t have to listen to Joy Division anymore.’”
This article is great. But, no, I don’t see how there’s any way I could stop listening to Joy Division. It’s one of the few bands I actively listen to in moderation so as to not get sick of listening to for any extended period of time.
Heavy.com — http://www.heavy.com/news/2013/06/lindsay-mills-edward-snowden-girlfriend-whistleblower/ — on Snowden’s girlfriend.
When it’s not peddling cats, the Internet really is a piece of shit.
Harris Tweed. On sale for $30 each. Down from $75. At… Walmart.
Harris Tweed at Walmart.
Stephen Colbert salutes UVA’s Class of 2013 Followed by this.
(via oldkingcrow)
I just realized, while checking my email, that lasts night’s dreams included a particularly strange one in which I was driving through what seemed to be a rural street near my house while dodging a small stampede of gray cows as they haphazardly crossed in front of my car, leaving me no time to hit the brakes.
Cows. Gray cows.
(Side note: I’ve been reading a lot of P.G. Wodehouse so I might start addressing all of you as Jeeves. Pretending, in a virtual way, that I have a personal valet, similar to the protagonist in Jonathan Ames’s Wake Up, Sir! I’m only toying with the idea, but it seems like a good one.)
Jesse and Celine belong to a set of characters who depress me because they do not exist in real life.
But like Richard and Ethan said in an interview, I like to believe they exist in a parallel universe.
I can’t wait to see this.
(Source: keepingupwithmsjohnson, via peternyc)
I’m posting this here so that, hopefully, people might find it when they do a google search.
I read a recent post on a forum saying that Nivea is discontinuing their Sensitive Aftershave. I went out to stock up and found that there was one old box and the rest were a slightly different design. It seems they’ve discontinued the old formula by simply omitting methylisothiazolinone, which has recently been shown to be an irritant. The shelves at both Target and Wal Mart are loaded with the new bottle. It’s still made in Germany and as you can see from the photo every ingredient is the same save for the one that is missing.
(The old box is on the right)
Somewhat unrelated:
I just switched to a double edge razor ($1.70 for 10 German made Wilkinson blades and now no razor burn or bumps) and have been shaving every day now whereas I was only shaving three days a week before. I can’t believe I went so many years using expensive piece of shit cartridges. A DE blade lasts 2-3 shaves and is so cheap as to not even be comparable to a cartridge. I happened to have an old adjustable Gillette sitting in a box, but if you’re thinking about buying a double edge razor I highly recommend it.
Molly Broxton: My fight and my struggle are very real and I wont be silent anymore..
“Cant give any credence to the negative comments I am receiving from people who don’t understand what I am going through.
My fight and my struggle are very real and I wont be silent anymore, I will not be afraid to ask for help, I will not hold what happened to me deep in the…
NIMH Will Drop Widely Used Psychiatry Manual
“NIMH director says the DSM lacks biological validity in its diagnoses: ‘Patients with mental disorders deserve better.’”
And… there has finally been a step in mainstream psychiatry toward actual science. One can only hope that the severe side effect riddled, suicide causing, and now thoroughly proven placebo that is the SSRI, and the diabetes and Parkinsonism/tardive dyskinesia causing typical and atypical antipsychotics, will start to fade into the background in favor of listening to patients, running real medical tests, and simple empathy.
I’m not confident that things will get better soon, but this *seems* like a positive step, however small and vague it may be.
This is Not an Exist: the Failures of New American Modernism and the Endgame of Late-Capitalism.
Christopher John Conry
If you live in New York City, particularly below 14th Street or in Brooklyn, you’ve seen it.
If you live in Portland, OR, Austin, TX or any number of Liberal Arts or Universities-With-a-Good-Art-Program college towns you’ve seen it.
Actually, if you live in Portland you’re responsible for it and you have some explaining to do.
I’m talking about what can loosely be umbrella’d under the term Organic Modernism - a loose correlative sensibility of fashion and design aesthetics and lifestyle choices with a predilection for plaid, big leather boots, twee accouterments like birds, taxidermy, hewn wood furniture, filament bulbs, urban farming and pickling things; which can only be rivaled by the spectrum of Instagram filters in its desperate longing for authenticity and the nostalgia for an ever elusive mythologized moment of ‘now’ in the era of endless cyclical return.
This infantile reversion to a mythologized American ideal is one of two main strains of contemporary semiological aesthetics, the other being the hyperreal graphics of the New Aesthetic which highlight the artificiality of our current era, rather than seek to retreat from it (think the 1950’s sleekness of Lana del Ray vs. the hypercolor of Nicki Minaj if you want a soundbyte spectrum of the visuals). If you live in New York City, where much of these types of things originate, or at least where they coalesce under the scrutiny of the media, the ease with which they mingle and remix with each other bespeaks to the fact that they are born of the same impetus, and in fact have much more in common with one another than initially meets the eye.
Whereas the New Aesthetic remixes the symbols of imagery, Organic Modernism remixes the imagery of symbols - both semiotic channels spawn from the pervasive intrusion of media in our daily lives, one seeking to embrace (or at least comment on this) the other outwardly seeming to present an alternative to it.
Organic Modernism, however much it would wish otherwise, is safely ensconced within the paradigm to which it outwardly presents an alternative. Woodsmen and taxidermy do not ‘grow in Brooklyn’ and filament bulbs, while appearing to harken back to a simpler age, are in fact more wasteful and expensive than regular light bulbs, a technologic extension of their time and therefore in actuality the true tenet of Modernist ethos - this ‘symbol’ of authenticity is a perfect microcosm of the fault at the center of this aesthetic matrix.
It is a management of the symbolism of the real, not a natural organic extension of reality (which can be argued to have disappeared completely, but more on those psychosocial dynamics shortly) but rather the management of the symbols of authenticity, no more truly authentic than the blatant symbol management of simulacra of the New Aesthetic. It is the ‘idea’ of authenticity and reality, the presentation of it in the hyper-specification of products required for innovation in our Post-Fordist economic landscape where we no longer make ‘things’ but rather we make the ‘idea’ of things - we are not going to re-invent the axe in terms of functionality, but we can make the prettiest most expensive god damn Platonic ‘axe’ you can buy.
I grew up in Vermont chopping wood for the wood-stove in our house in the dead of winter, and I’m sorry but I would not trust anyone who needed a Wes Andersonized $300 ‘American Felling Axe’ from Best Made Company to get me through a New England winter.
I would trust them to sit in their apartments looking at that axe and taking pictures of it on Instagram, and longing for an exit to the contemporary American collective existential crisis, however.
in which I dispel some contemporary myths.
also, if you are romanticizing chopping wood, you’ve no business doing it. anyone who actually cuts wood to keep warm would trade their beard & quaint cardigan for a chainsaw & heavy splitting maul any day. shut the fuck up.
That fucking axe is $350? A Gransfors forest axe is under $200. I won’t even get into the fact that people don’t actually use axes for felling trees under any real world conditions. A fucking Fiskars splitting maul is, what, $80? You can buy a Stihl or Husqvarna chainsaw for $350. A better one if you buy used.
I should also add that the Gransfors axe is better, as Swedish axes are what everyone actually wants. As far as American axes go it’s basically Estwing and, apparently, this $350-for-no-reason cuntery.
My girlfriend and I made a thing. It’s cats. Click through.
(Source: thecattales.com)
