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Bike build progress 4/16
Still struggling with the gear issue. I think I’m going to end up buying another rear wheel because this one has a really dumb cassette built into it. The wheels look a lot bigger on the frame than they do off of it.
lmfaoooo this shit craazzyyyyy i dead laughed
Wow lol the last one
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I’m this close to starting a Soviet city seals Tumblr. This is from Baikonur, Kazakhstan, a city that was built to test ICBMs, and became a space launch site.
do it
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Teju Cole's Seven Thoughts on the Banality of Sentimentality:
1. From Sachs to Kristof to Invisible Children to TED, the fastest growth industry in the US is the White Savior Industrial Complex.
2. The white savior supports brutal policies in the morning, founds charities in the afternoon, and receives awards in the evening.
3. The banality of evil transmutes into the banality of sentimentality. The world is nothing but a problem to be solved by enthusiasm.
4. This world exists simply to satisfy the needs—including, importantly, the sentimental needs—of white people and Oprah.
5. The White Savior Industrial Complex is not about justice. It is about having a big emotional experience that validates privilege.
6. Feverish worry over that awful African warlord. But close to 1.5 million Iraqis died from an American war of choice. Worry about that.
7. I deeply respect American sentimentality, the way one respects a wounded hippo. You must keep an eye on it, for you know it is deadly.
Too $hort on Lil B
I have been working on a Lil B and Young L as Lennon/McCartney analogy but I’m not quite there yet.
One of the craziest punk shows I ever went to was in this bar in Berlin, I was hanging out at this kinda grimy place up in Mitte. I had to go to the bathroom which was downstairs in the basement, and I like, smelled cigarettes and sweat coming wafting up from this hallway and went to check it out. After walking down a long sloping hallway I emerged into a cramped, steamy punk show that I didn’t even know was down there. Some eastern European band was playing, and their massively pregnant lead singer was screaming into the mic and jumping around the stage. I got pulled into the mosh pit and was enjoying it in a “I am forming memories” kinda way when she came crashing down onto my head, she was actually crowdsurfing. And it was really hot down there and I started feeling pretty ill so I went back to the bathroom and puked and I’m not sure what I did after that.
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