ilx posts with striking imagery

wow what a post!

haha, i was going to repost that one.

excellent post - captures something i've tried and failed to articulate before.

that is awesome

fedora shaming

http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/fedora-shaming

If I were Kate Bush, I would decree no cameras, no standing, no singing along and clapping only at the end. Then I would kick everyone out and play to an empty hall, but project the performance on the surface of a flowing river.

― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, August 27, 2014 10:26 AM (3 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

<3

lol at that car driving by, just imagining someone driving to work and seeing ice bucket challenges left and right, in the middle of the road, ice falling from the heavens, a man is dead on the ground and a lamb is crawling out of his stomach, hellfire

― linda cardellini (zachlyon), Friday, August 29, 2014 12:31 PM (5 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Some quality work these last few

that's when you sit in a chalet taking pills listening to the vague echo of a de la soul concert

― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Friday, August 29, 2014 11:53 AM (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I don't know why but Hagar's beard always makes me think of cunnilingus

― you couldn't even wear a fedora if your lifes depended on it (stevie), Wednesday, September 3, 2014 5:31 PM (12 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

sure but call me old fashioned, i just don't think phones should bend.

you can quote this post in 10 years when we all have bendy phones.

― call all destroyer, Wednesday, September 24, 2014 8:07 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

you're old fashioned

― Acting Crazy (Instrumental) (jed_), Wednesday, September 24, 2014 8:08 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Flexible displays are already possible they just gotta
Make flexible everything
Else

― 龜, Wednesday, September 24, 2014 8:08 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Some flexible sentence structure there.

Either that or 龜 is secretly Yoda.

omg it all makes sense now

http://blog.codinghorror.com/new-programming-jargon/

Learn You Some Erlang For Great Good!

really, y'all going for that and not like cummings?

NickB has this down to a fine art these days, but...

did a long run in the sussex weald on saturday, the exact area where hoogy has built his ridiculous marble palace. lots of sprawling properties owned by weekend country gents with their bentleys and beemers; expensive pubs that you'll probably never hear the football scores in; private fishing lakes with only the odd lone angler dressed in his drab jumper and greasy jacket, hunched over his maggoty bait box, just getting away from it all on his collapsible camping chair; desperate farmhouses with shit-stained concrete courtyards, depressed-looking cows, derelict tin barns full of rusting and useless tractors of ancient vintage, a dog that won't stop barking and no-one ever in sight; the less desirable villages that the lorries still rattle through, ugly huddles of cottages with flakey paint on their window frames, pavements barely wider than the width of the kerbstone and one shop that sells only ginsters, lucozade and awful chocolate bars. wait, there's ham and milk in the fridge, a few cling-filmed blocks of cold dead cheddar, could probably assemble a passable sandwich if there was any bread left on the shelf. at one point i had to run right through a duck hunt - heard the guns a mile off and hoped it was only clays the were shooting but no, it was all these hateful old cunts in their white shirts and tweeds taking pot shots at panicky pairs of mallards overhead. with every gunshot, one bird's flightpath would turn into this arcing plummet into the ground. footpath zig-zagged right through middle of it all, feathery corpses littering the grass. nearest shooter called a warning to his cohorts and gave me a chipper sort of smile; i just wanted to punch him in his fatuous fucking face. got chased by a ram, ran though a grim grey field of free-range chickens. good mobile reception though

― john wahey (NickB), Wednesday, October 1, 2014 11:45 AM (47 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

wow.

real england is the best thread on ilx btw, don't miss out

what a beautiful post

damn nickB you should write a novel

on the road reimagined as a guy running thru sussex

great writing

10. It is the end of summer and it is outside even though you can feel the chill in the evenings.
9. Everyone gets cold at the same time and there is not enough jackets
8. For some reason, this is the last night everybody will be together for a long time.
7. There is more whiskey than everyone can drink
6. All the whiskey gets drank.
5. The sky stays clear and bright even though it is very very late.
4. There is nobody else for miles.
3. There is a frisbee or a football or something but everbody is idle and it just gets tossed around lazily.
2. No food is organised but somehow the cupboards seem to throw up various combinations of junkfood and everybody knows some really gross way of eating everything that somehow makes it even more delicious.
1. It is fun, there is barely enough floor space to sleep and in the morning everyone rolles up their trousers and wades in knee deep in the edge of the river but there is not so much time left because by the afternoon everyone must be somewhere else.

― I know, right?, Saturday, August 16, 2008 6:32 PM (6 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

wow, that and NickB's above are both great

damn nickB you should write a novel

― u2 removal machine (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Wednesday, October 1, 2014 12:23 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Guh, IKR post is great too, thread keeps delivering.

stratification stuff - like the tabbing into social, personal, &c, & this, too - always makes me worry that something could be lost, like finding things in your junk mail, but then maybe this could be an example of computers being smarter than us, truly intuitive, capable of the perfectly mathematical organisation we haven't the server space to perform, that they detect the waning enthusiasm of our epistolary prose in e-mails it took us days to respond to, they assess the decreasing frequency of our exchanges with addresses suffixed with the domain names of our old employers, & that there is a digital intercession, filing somebody essentially unimportant out of sight, & what's more leaving us with an alibi, an inbox malfunction, filtering out high school friends, filing the details for flights we'd be better off missing where we won't see them. inbox as a kind of guru, a better you, severing contact with your brother-in-law, repeatedly reminding you of how well dan is doing, how beaming his children are, how bright the caribbean is, cutting you off from what's toxic, increasing the brightness of the display when your ex writes, erratically capitalising the perfunctory check-in e-mails you send to your dead-end copywriting job until they breach basic standards & leave you set adrift, necessarily spurned & catalysed into meaningful action. i requested an invite, i requested an intervention, i need to be organised, i need to be oriented, hope for inbox is all i have, some kind of systemisation to order the mess of loose ends i call an inbox right now.

― schlump, Wednesday, October 22, 2014 9:21 PM (48 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Perhaps those who reduce people’s worries and fears to mere bigotry should go back to first principles, and consider whether, in such laissez-faire conditions, free movement has been of most benefit to capital or labour. They might also think about the dread spectacle of people from upscale London postcodes passing judgment on people who experience large-scale migration as something real.

― everything, Wednesday, 22 October 2014 22:10 (4 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

where is the imagery in that post

cmon schlump, kinda feel like you are oscar-baiting us now

i think i see some burning crosses

xp

I was kind of thinking about starting a "the kind of ilx posts that there are" thread, because, for example, it seems like there's pretty much always someone who skateboards into the thread, reminds us that if you hate obviously enjoyable thing you hate fun, throws up a hang loose sign and skateboards off into the sunset.

― my jaw left (Hurting 2), Saturday, October 11, 2014 12:10 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

gr8 post

yeah I mean what sort of loser wouldn't like it. peace

daylight savings hoos

*hangs loose*

THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP

COMPLETELY CODEPENDENT
HATE EVERYONE ELSE
NO OTHER FRIENDS
LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE GOING ON
EVER
ANY MOMENT SPENT APART IS POINTLESS BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS AWFUL AND YOU HATE THEM
"WHY ARE YOU NOT MY LOVER OR AS GOOD AT BEING THE ONLY PERSON I DON'T HATE AS MY LOVER" YOU SAY
YOU SPEND THOUSANDS ON YOUR WEDDING AND DON'T INVITE ANYONE
NO ONE ELSE SHOULD EXIST
YOU BOTH BECOME STUCK IN A ROUTINE YOU CAN'T GET OUT OF
IT IS SO HARD TO LIVE
IT IS SO HARD TO GO OUTSIDE
YOU SOMETIMES WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LIFE BEFORE THIS
WHAT WAS THERE
THERE WAS JOY??
YOU THINK MAYBE THERE WAS JOY WAS IT THERE?
WHERE DID IT COME FROM
IT WAS DIFFERENT YOU FEEL IT WASN'T LIKE THIS
YOU WANT TO TRY THAT AGAIN
THOSE PEOPLE YOU KNEW ARE ALL A TRAIN AWAY
WILL IT FEEL DIFFERENT AGAIN WILL IT FEEL NEW AGAIN
WHERE SHOULD WE GO FOR DINNER
LET'S JUST GET DELIVERY

― linda cardellini (zachlyon), Wednesday, November 5, 2014 3:31 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

welp that describes my last relationship

― jenny holzer, Wednesday, November 5, 2014 3:31 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Jenny Holzer would be a good ilxor

The sad happy couple's wallpaper is those words in a Barbara Kruger pattern

instant classic:

I got IA at whole foods last time because they had a big ad on the outside of the store that said something like "Shop like an idealist." and I was imagining these rich Manhattan fucks literally fancying themselves more moral and idealistic people because they spent their banking pay checks on raw juices. I quickly got the idea out of my head, figuring it was a strawman. But then behind me in the coffee line there was this impossibly cheerful and tall and thin woman wearing that vaguely global village style of hippie yuppie clothing and she actually reached her hand up to the sky and did these soulful, dance like gestures, while waiting in line to order coffee, like she was saluting her friend the sun.

― my jaw left (Hurting 2), Sunday, November 16, 2014

will never forget the time I was at the checkout of what is essentially the locally-owned chain version of Whole Foods in Eugene, Oregon (market of choice). ahead of me in line was a stock photographer's dream of a multigenerational hippie family: all dreadlocks and natural fibers. I'd noticed them earlier sort of drifting around the store, the children mostly unsupervised. As they went to exit after paying, a woman called out for one of the children: "Sativa!"

zachs post there not only recalls my last relationship but also my exs email style /:

D:

still not living up to this d/n, need to step my game up

like she was saluting her friend the sun.

dying

amazing post