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lo tcadu .e lo jvinu cu ve xamgu
.i zoi
Ankaŭ kiel urbo, ankaŭ kiel pejzaĝo, bonas.町としても風景としてもよい （種田山頭火）
Let’s get a few things out of the day. I love my iPad. I use it all the time. I look at my laptop as an endangered species these days.
Apple sold something like 15million iPads last year alone
Recently, Android powered tablets are hitting the market. The state of the art for the Android camp…
honestly i am so bored right now that i’m considering just going to sleep
it is 8:56pm here guys
what
the
fuck
My inner pretentious douche bag coming out here.
Sometimes, when I get asks saying “Please follow me! I follow back!” in the back of my mind, I’m thinking “B*tch, i’m tumblr famous. Don’t come crying to me for followers. I do what I want. That’s why i’m famous.”
Welcome to the inner shallowness of my mind.
R.E.M. - Leaving New York (Around the Sun, 2004)
The last good R.E.M. song. It has the lazy quality shared by so many lead singles written by aging bands, in which a melody is only considered necessary for the song’s chorus. This tune is unremittingly blank until the refrain. (May we all disregard the cringeworthy recycling of “E-Bow the Letter” in the second verse.) Nonetheless, even with the preposterous “leaving was never my proud,” Stipe tugs at something real with this hook. I’ve been tempted to argue with his assertion that “It’s easier to leave than to be left behind,” but what do I know? Screw Rock ‘n’ Roll leaves; it does not get left behind.
Really, the tune has nothing to do with New York and everything to do with the sudden gush of the coda: I told you — forever — I love you — forever. That part is difficult.
Note that the song ends awkwardly and abruptly. I hope this might be a thematic decision, but I think it’s actually just bad songwriting.
One more thing: This is the only Michael Stipe love song in which I imagine he is singing to a man. I don’t know why.
When Frank took her out, Iris wore her hair long and put on a nice frock. They went to restaurants. Frank held the chair for her, and ordered Mateus Rosé, which [Iris] thought was ‘SO sophisticated’.
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Nice! RussiaToday has me identified as Executive Editor.
I knew knifing Carney in the back would result in a title upgrade.
If you actually care to watch my 100% regurgitated nonsense about banking regulation, the video is here.
