a nurd, an organizer, a mechanic, a tourist, & perpetual civic servent.
In this way, CATS’ ads—all of which can still be seen on his campaign website—are both a delight and a perfect representation of the candidate they were designed to sell. They worked, even though they didn’t. They were expensive, but too knobby and odd to hold much of a polish. They failed, but they were baffling and wonderful.
if you ever wondered how many Brooklyn-based bookstores it takes to create a one minute make-out scene inside of a bookstore on Girls, the answer is confusingly: two.
Maybe there’s some muddled metaphor for America in that. Or maybe it’s only tempting to look for one because there’s such hunger for a hint of the way forward. Maybe it’s not a metaphor. Maybe we’re on our own. Maybe it’s just a macaque.
Since 2009, Yates estimates that he has gone after the animal on roughly 100 different occasions. The monkey was his white whale. He claimed to have darted it at least a dozen times, steadily upping the tranquilizer dosage, to no avail. The animal is too wily — it retreats into the woods and sleeps off the drug. A few times, the monkey stared Yates right in the eye and pulled the dart out.
RT @awryone: Everybody should have a pregnant woman chase them at least once in their life.
To the girl staring at the box I had on the subway, I didn’t mean it when I said “how else are you supposed to transport tarantulas?”