I AM CRYING.
Literally cracking up at work. God, I love the early days of a quality meme.
if i came home late at night, stoned, to that in my face
i’d be lying dead of a heart attack on my doorstep. frozen with poopy pants.
Mandatory reading from The Wire’s David Simon: ‘There are now two Americas. My country is a horror show’
So how does it get better? In 1932, it got better because they dealt the cards again and there was a communal logic that said nobody’s going to get left behind. We’re going to figure this out. We’re going to get the banks open. From the depths of that depression a social compact was made between worker, between labour and capital that actually allowed people to have some hope.
We’re either going to do that in some practical way when things get bad enough or we’re going to keep going the way we’re going, at which point there’s going to be enough people standing on the outside of this mess that somebody’s going to pick up a brick, because you know when people get to the end there’s always the brick. I hope we go for the first option but I’m losing faith.
The other thing that was there in 1932 that isn’t there now is that some element of the popular will could be expressed through the electoral process in my country.
The last job of capitalism – having won all the battles against labour, having acquired the ultimate authority, almost the ultimate moral authority over what’s a good idea or what’s not, or what’s valued and what’s not – the last journey for capital in my country has been to buy the electoral process, the one venue for reform that remained to Americans.
Right now capital has effectively purchased the government, and you witnessed it again with the healthcare debacle in terms of the $450m that was heaved into Congress, the most broken part of my government, in order that the popular will never actually emerged in any of that legislative process.
So I don’t know what we do if we can’t actually control the representative government that we claim will manifest the popular will. Even if we all start having the same sentiments that I’m arguing for now, I’m not sure we can effect them any more in the same way that we could at the rise of the Great Depression, so maybe it will be the brick. But I hope not.
it will most definitely be the brick. i can’t wait until shit starts getting gnarly. you think the french revolution was bad?
Some time ago I drew these Harry Potter characters, but I don’t think I ever put them all on Tumblr in one big thing, just a few here and there and a photo of the paper figures that I made from them.
With these drawings, I was trying to follow the physical descriptions given in the books while diverging as much as possible from the movie and original illustration versions. With the three main kids, I don’t think I did much by way of giving any of them a new spin - something I might try to rectify some time down the road - but I had fun drawing all of them, and that’s the important thing, ain’t it?
Those Dementors are wonderful.
This is kinda funny. I’m actually just reading these for the first time (I know), and I like this interpretation of the Dementors. I’ve kind of been imagining them as looking like Ringwraiths.
i barely give a shit about harry potter these days but this is fantastic.
do you ever think you have a loose tooth for some reason so you start poking at it with your tongue like, “is it moving? why do i think it feels like it’s moving? i feel like it’s moving a tiny bit. do teeth just have some natural give? what does a loose tooth feel like again?” then you just go crazy.
too many times to count :/
Bored. Everything is boring. I’m going through a very angsty moment in my life where like, ugh, why doesn’t anyone play to the top of their intelligence and where is the good stuff and why isn’t everyone in a frenzy over how bullshitty everything is all of the time — why don’t people expect more of this world? Demand more? But then it will pass and I will remember the things I love and I will remember that it’s not culture’s responsibility to be anything on my behalf, it is my job to try and be my best self and ~the change i want 2 see in the world~ and that is all any of us can do, and it will be fine. But sometimes, holy shit. Holy shit from every direction.
Wendell is hands down the greatest homeless fashion designer who ever lived. He makes almost all his clothes from things he finds. I hadn’t seen him in awhile, so I was quite thrilled to walk up on him Tuesday, doing this to a Gandhi statue.
he took an ordinary lameass statue and made it ART. wow. this is so lovely.