A song I wrote about all the girls I’d ever loved. Even the disembodied avatars of the nameless Most High.
Steve Martin and Edie Brickell shill their new album like *pros*.
(Check out, also, the men’s clothes in this thing.)
NME is collecting the wit and vitriol of Mark E Smith.
— John Roderick is standing against punk rock.
— A perspective from Alexis Madrigal’s response to the “y’all ain’t payin’ yer freelancers nothin’” kerfluffle.
— (Later in the same article.)
— Utne Reader on local currencies.
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For anytime, a tale:
From the ancient stories of the Yoruba. This short, fully illustrated children’s picture book is the first in the Yoruba...
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a cd inspired by the wicker man and it’s soundtrack. mostly traditional english folk songs with a little neofolk, fairport era stuff, and of some of...
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Happy Mother’s Day from Old Florida!
Seminole Indian mother and child at the Big Cypress Seminole Indian Reservation
State Archives of Florida
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“Katniss is very skinny… How much do you weigh?
I am so fucking happy that female celebrities are starting to call...
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“One of my set texts was to all intents and purposes a dramatisation of a government pamphlet about serial killing. Bizarrely, I met the author in a...”
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Redditor SquishyMcPhee recently made an awesome discovery while visiting his car dealership in Norman, Oklahoma for an oil change. He found a...
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Gibson nails it. Again.
![Where gettin’ down is a pleasure…
Thought to be Palm Beach, ‘50-’60s
[from oldflorida]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/35422a737edefcde4f4a8c4d1c3abb9f/tumblr_mki3ceOi961qgauczo1_1280.png)
