Friday, August 15, 2014
Which is like betting a dollar on The Price Is Right, you’re technically allowed to do it, but you know, fuck you.
— John Oliver, “Predatory Lending,” Last Week Tonight with John Oliver
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Frozen chai.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Maybe they’ve backfired.
— Dayton on opaqueness of lab information after animal rights lab raids.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
I say that home is where I hang my hat.
— Johnny Cash, “Sing A Travelin’ Song”
Monday, August 11, 2014
In our desperate quest to create happy kids, we may be assuming the wrong world burden. It strikes me as a better goal… to focus on making productive kids, and moral kids, and to simply hope that happiness will come to them by virtue of the good that they do, and their accomplishments, and the love that they feel from us.
— Jennifer Senior, “Why is Parenthood Filled With So Much Anxiety?,” TED Radio Hour
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Civic traditions.
— President Obama, “Exclusive Interview: Obama on the World,” The New York Times
Saturday, August 9, 2014
They all fit together like a glove.
— Woman on F train on 44 books in bible
Friday, August 8, 2014
Down the highway.
— Paul Simon, “Graceland”
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Number Ben.
— Stuart Kestenbaum
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Proportion is in the eye of the beholder.
— Nanda
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
I’m shaking like a leaf right now.
— Nanda
Monday, August 4, 2014
You look like a character out of a book or a Wes Anderson movie.
— Jean
Sunday, August 3, 2014
So I called up the captain.
— Eagles, “Hotel California”
Saturday, August 2, 2014
It’s not what you can make it’s what you can fix.
— Nanda
Friday, August 1, 2014
There are parts of Italy where the punty-ing and curing of bread are done right on the altar.
— Wayne
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Complementary umbrella.
— Wayne
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Margarita-pops.
— Wayne
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Thirty minutes.
— Brooke
Monday, July 28, 2014
plop.
— handful of shells hitting water.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Let every state in this union seep deep down in your soul.
— Bob Dylan, “Let Me Die in My Footsteps”
