All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’, It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’, He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome, I could die
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Sitting at Opal Divines — where (need I point this out?) the wifi and beer are WAY better than the convention center — I keep hearing the story of a keg that somehow rolled down stairs and took out a table. In the words of one tavern worker: it was the event of my life, man.
Dear Nerdz:
You need more kegs rolling down stairs.
I don’t fear for my life at sxswi. I think that’s a problem.
Such strange mammals, with our gangly arms and ranch dressing…..
Tom Waits, Ramones, Donnas, etc…
When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that’s
always changing things
Makes wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
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Walking into a loading dock full of nerdz drinking miller lite makes me feel like I’m walking into someone else’s grad school post seminar party.
No disrespect. I’m socially awkward too. The thing is, I was drunk at most of my grad seminars, so it make me feel like I’m at a perverse disadvantage when I’m walking into that shit sober.
But that was a really nice… uh… neon rainbow thing.
Alexander Rodchenko, Hanging Construction, 1920 (archiveofaffinities)
Machine Project Betalevel