quiddities and agonies of the ruling class - a rolling new york times thread

there were multiple ppl in my news feed on fourth of july being all "fireworks OR GUNSHOTS?? lol i'm talking about ON THE STREET WHERE I LIVE IN NEW YORK. it's crazy!!"

idk, maybe i know too many ppl from the midwest

it was prob fireworks, just based on the fact that it was the fourth of july

fwiw crime is one of the worst things for people and anyone who glorifies it is a repulsive barbarian

hurting, i was almost certain SOMEBODY got killed in lucky 7s, maybe i'm misremembering.
and i don't think anyone's bragging here! I'm sure as fuck not! I want ZERO to do with hostility and violence in my life and there's nothing sexy about proximity to it.

My reaction to gunshots on the night I moved (coupled with someone screaming "murder!") was not really braggin, it was more like "fuuck"

yeah dont think anyone here is really doing that

i mean these stories are also interesting

fucks sake i'm not even a hardman ONLINE

do we have a "most fucked up situation you escaped from without being hurt" thread?

idk but would read!

yeah, wd. contribute too!

I was two threads over when frogbs had 51 put in him

it shook me to my very core

that never happened by the way he took himself out

thats what they want you to think

now he's drinkin' tall boys with pat tillman ;_;

http://www.ilxor.com/ILX/ThreadSelectedControllerServlet?boardid=77&threadid=88312#unread

ppl moving to nyc and then bragging about being in the proximity of gunshots is the worst part of ppl moving to nyc

― gucci mande (J0rdan S.), Thursday, July 7, 2011 10:59 AM (46 minutes ago) Bookmark

I don't know anyone like this. whereas I know a ton of people in Bushwick and Bed Stuy who are like "yeah it's grungy but pretty safe"

new york is the safest big city in the usa iirc!

I thought it was san diego? but yeah it's up there, the urban areas feel so much safer than urban areas in comparable cities.

pfft sandiego what is that even

Oh there was also the time @ the same Jersey City address that I heard a scuffle outside and I look and there are like 6 big dudes standing around and it's dark but I'm pretty sure one has a gun out, and a few of the guys are like "Put that shit away man! Put that shit away!" So I call the cops, and the lady on the phone was totally nonplussed -- she was like "Are you sure you see a gun?" And I'm like "No, but the other guys are telling him to put it away" and she's like "Did they say 'put the gun away'?" And I'm like "No, they said, 'put that shit away'" And she's like "Well okay then" -- like you know I'm not trying to prove this beyond a reasonable doubt here I'm just trying to say maybe a cop should come stop someone from getting shot?

one afternoon at my old place in ft greene i heard a kerfuffle outside that turned out being this total rumble of like 10 tiny jr high girls just fully beating the shit out of each other, when the police arrived one of them threw another onto the hood of the car and started punching her while the cops jumped out just snatching up these little ladies - one of the more epic scenes ive witnessed

maybe it was his dick, hurting?

naw they prob wouldve said 'put that dick away'

i think the key to the "constant gun battles" thing is that the girl who said that to the reporter was laughing

pfft sandiego what is that even

nyer talking to other nyers liek san diegan not standing right there listening

haha, im sorry san diego didnt mean it

just jel of yr weather

its like 1m degrees here today fwiw

carmen sandiego?

where

ice cram the 10-yr-o girls fight club scene is something... I'm not sure I would have enjoyed watching it, exactly, but I'm sorry I missed it nonetheless?

yeah it was just like WHAO WHAT did that really happen

Actually, worst incident I experienced was probably the time the serial rapist dragged a girl off the porch of the house my then gf now wife lived in. That was just some scary not even interesting-scary scary shit.

saraghina was pretty bad when I went.

not "omg guns" bad.

just "this pizza is pretty mediocre" bad.

So did this one get linked yet?:

We moved to Indonesia in 2007 to help develop a school that was based around a curriculum of sustainability. It was a fantasy that strongly appealed to me. Growing my own lettuce in volcanic soil. Creating a community of teachers and students. Having my children learn another language and experience a vibrant part of the world. Hiring someone to give me a hand with the children so I could find more time to write.

It called on the spirit of “Walden,” an intentionality of living, blended with a darker dose of the colonial: I could hire help for very little and not spend all day attached to a sponge. Anything freighted with that much desire and contradiction is bound to fail, and my dream soon did. What’s consoling is that even though I gained little of what I’d hoped for, I was happily changed in ways that I had neither planned nor expected.

Later, praise for flush toilets.

fuck white people

One day my husband found himself at a Dunkin’ Donuts across from a towering statue of Arjuna, a major figure in the ancient Sanskrit epic known as the Mahabharata. After texting me about this funny incongruity, he wrote: “Where is home? Only with you.”

I'm glad that those two years affected her so profoundly that she was compelled to write a two page article about it

s1ocki and i shared an excellent pizza at saraghina just a couple weeks ago!

that whole article is a porridge of judgy cultural signifiers culled from the bargain bin of a holistic bookstore

I'm guessing her novel is too.

Wait, hold on, she had to go find herself in Bali to write this?

When beautiful but aloof Claire Harkness is found dead in her dorm room one spring morning, prestigious Armitage Academy is shaken to its core. Everyone connected to school, and to Claire, finds their lives upended, from the local police detective who has a personal history with the academy, to the various faculty and staff whose lives are immersed in the daily rituals associated with it. Everyone wants to know how Claire died, at whose hands, and more importantly, where the baby that she recently gave birth to is--a baby that almost no one, except her small innermost circle, knew she was carrying.

At the center of the investigation is Madeline Christopher, an intern in the English department who is forced to examine the nature of the relationship between the school's students and the adults meant to guide them. As the case unravels, the dark intricacies of adolescent privilege at a powerful institution are exposed, and both teachers and students emerge as suspects as the novel rushes to its thrilling conclusion.

With The Twisted Thread, Charlotte Bacon has crafted a gripping and suspenseful story in the tradition of Donna Tartt's The Secret History, one that pulls back the curtain on the lives of the young and privileged.

Proof, if proof be need be

http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FD6TBG1FL._SL500_AA300_.jpg

"my yellow Anthropologie dress clung to the strong curve of my back – the one i had defined so particularly in far distant spinning classes – unabated by the precious tom's of maine deodorant, while the charming, diminutive, chestnut-brown medicine man doled me a portion of extract he deigned ooga-booga syrup"

Hiring someone to give me a hand with the children so I could find more time to write.

yeah just like in chapter five of 'walden', right?

true fact: thoreau used to bring his dirty laundry to emerson's wife and make her do it

Lazy-ass bastard.

http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/07/07/puppy-purchasing-when-drunk-a-common-city-scourge/

Alex Mynatt, a bartender at Joseph Leonard, a restaurant across the street from Citipups in the Village, said he could recall only one instance in which a customer went directly from the bar to a pet shop. About four months ago, he said, a married couple sipping bloody marys with brunch sat beside a young woman at the front counter. She wanted a puppy, they overheard her tell the restaurant staff repeatedly.
So the husband left the table, headed to Citipups and returned with a dog, handing it to the grateful stranger.
“I think he just wanted her to stop talking about it,” Mr. Mynatt said. “So he could go back. And sit.”