far from yourself.

(music the internet hip hop movies television popular culture sex art photography food fashion phish humor absurdity advertising philosophy psychology design drugs alcohol weed media literature poetry authors actors musicians...word son...flap, flap)

[farfromyourself]

Here's a question for you guys. Um. Is it - is it necessary...is it necessary that every single person on this planet, um, expresses every single opinion that they have on every single thing that occurs all at the same time. Is that - is that - necessary. Um. Or to ask it a slightly different way, um can, can anyone shut the fuck up? Can, can anyone - any, any, any one - any single one, can any one, shut the fuck up about anything - about any - any single thing. Can any single person shut the fuck up about any single thing for an hour. Y'know is that, is that possible?

And I know you're thinking, you're not shutting the fuck up right now, and that's true but...

—Bo Burnham, Inside

[farfromyourself]

So, what’s the point of all this? The sheer joy of writing and the birth of a song and then seeing people dancing in the audience and being with my friends on stage. In a weird way that answers all the questions you asked me.

Like, why wouldn’t you stay in the Sphere and make a whole lot of money? Because it’s not as much fun and what’s the fucking point? Look at how many musicians we love who are passing away. It doesn’t last forever, so what are you going to do with what you have?

—Trey Anastasio

[farfromyourself]

michael fouchay: larry, can i help you? larry david: i just found our you're not paying me. is that true? michael: ya, it is true. larry: are you kidding?! michael: larry, i'm not paying you 'cause you're in violation of your contract. larry: violation of the contract?? what?? michael: you said you were gonna be cordial. you weren't cordial. larry: i wasn't cordial?! you're saying, to me — okay — that i wasn't cordial?! i most certainly was cordial! michael: do you know what 'cordial' means? larry: i spoke to...yes i know exactly what it means. it means to be polite, to be friendly, and not to tell people what you really think of them and what assholes they all were. yes, that's cordial.

[farfromyourself]

and stop ganging up on me like you're lennon and mccartney and i'm fucking george. i'm john, motherfuckers. ringo. yoko. he's still connor but he won having drinks with us at an auction. - roman roy

[farfromyourself]

but what a strange choice to have to make at the end of the night between all the information in the history of the world and the back of your eyelids. you know, infinity or oblivion.

bo burnham

[farfromyourself]

"that funny feeling" by bo burham

stunning 8k resolution meditation app in honor of the revolution, it's half off at the gap deadpool's self-awareness, loving parents, harmless fun the backlash to the backlash to the thing that's just begun

there it is again that funny feeling that funny feeling there it is again that funny feeling that funny feeling

the surgeon general's pop-up shop, robert iger's face discount etsy agitprop, bugles' take on race female colonel sanders, easy answers, civil war the whole world at your fingertips, the ocean at your door

the live-action lion king, the pepsi halftime show twenty-thousand years of this, seven more to go carpool karaoke, steve aoki, logan paul a gift shop at the gun range, a mass shooting at the mall

there it is again that funny feeling that funny feeling there it is again that funny feeling that funny feeling

reading pornhub's terms of service, going for a drive and obeying all the traffic laws in grand theft auto v full agoraphobic, losing focus, cover blown a book on getting better hand-delivered by a drone

total disassociation, fully out your mind googling "derealization," hating what you find that unapparent summer air in early fall the quiet comprehending of the ending of it all

there it is again that funny feeling that funny feeling there it is again that funny feeling that funny feeling

hey, what can you say? we were overdue but it'll be over soon you wait

[farfromyourself]

"Relax" by Ellen Bass

Bad things are going to happen. Your tomatoes will grow a fungus and your cat will get run over. Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream melting in the car and throw your blue cashmere sweater in the drier. Yours husband will sleep with a girl your daughter's age, her breasts spilling out of her blouse. Or your wife will remember she's a lesbian and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat— the one you never really liked—will contract a disease that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth every four hours. Your parents will die. No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory. If your daughter doesn't plug her heart into every live socket she passes, you'll come home to find your son has emptied the refrigerator, dragged it to the curb, and called the used appliance store for a pick up—drug money. There's a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger. When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine and climbs half way down. But there's also a tiger below. And two mice—one white, one black—scurry out and begin to gnaw the vine. At this point she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice. She looks up, down, at the mice. Then she eats the strawberry. So here's the view, the breeze, the pulse in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you'll get fat, slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel and crack your hip. You'll be lonely. Oh taste how sweet and tart the red juice is, how the tiny seeds crunch between your teeth.

[farfromyourself]

"There's no gender to angels...or muffins!"

- Leon Black

[farfromyourself]

um, i mean...ugh...headline is, uh, the internet is big, uh, obviously, uh...and i haven't, i can't, i couldn't read it all...but i'm working through it...and i guess, um...ya, that's the big picture over here at media monitoring.

- cousin greg

[farfromyourself]

i've been to vegas many times. one night is good. two nights is perfect. three is too many. ted is a man. just a man. and as for the fragility of life, i'm so glad someone finally asked. because ya, i got a few thoughts.

- coach beard

[farfromyourself]

it’s 2020 and i’m 30. 

i’ll do another 10.

2030, i’ll be 40.

and kill myself then.

[farfromyourself]

shrimp

i'm high strung, universal donor that's type a, type o to wake up, calm down, or shape up: chai tea tai chi tae bo no easy money i'm tryna get rich slow standin' on the acorn i planted i trust that oak trees grow enfp myers briggs 6'2" in my highest kicks hero to the neighbor's kid dolled up i'm the baddest person still like backpacks over purses hate that Qs are 2s in cursive talk real fast when i get nervous rap real fast, but that's on purpose i've single-handed some duets i've been as bad as good girls get but i don't regret too much just yet i mostly gave more than i got tried not to watch the ticking clock like, always a bridesmaid never an ASTRONAUT!

-dessa

[farfromyourself]

NYTimes: You're organizing a literary dinner part. Which three writers, living or dead, would you invite?

Charlie Kaufman: I've always loved this exercise, the imaginary dinner party! What fun! I see Oscar Wilde there, of course, Voltaire, Carol Saroyan Saroyan Matthau (wife of William Saroyan, William Saroyan, and Walter Matthau, and a writer in her own right), Hitler (not witty but quite a "get"), Edie Sitwell, Moliere, Oscar Wilde (so witty I thought why not double him and place him on each end of the table so everyone could enjoy his witticisms?), Aristophanes, and Sir Kenneth Dover (to translate Aristophanes' jokes for the other guests). That's more than three, but one must assume there will be cancellations. Oh, and Jesus.

[farfromyourself]

i appreciate the grateful dead. i mean, i went to college. i'm white.

rob corddry

[farfromyourself]

hi, my name is nick kroll and i have a cautionary tale to tell about tripping...umm, y'know, it was super fun. and i just wanna caution people about it.

nick kroll, “have a good trip: adventures in psychedelics”

[farfromyourself]

best interview ever.

interviewer: kawhi, can you take us through the dunk you had and the block?

kawhi: um...what do you want me to say?

interviewer: whatever you wanna say. it's just more of just the build-up leading to that play, what you were seeing, and your thought process with everything.

kawhi: ummmm...patrick threw me the ball. i took two dribbles to the paint and tried to jump high and dunk the basketball. and kemba got it open for a three and i jumped my highest to try to contest and i got a block.

[farfromyourself]

still great 10 years later...

abed: once

troy: upon

abed: a

troy: time

abed: there

troy: was

abed: a

troy: big

abed: spaceship

troy: and

abed: aliens

troy: and

abed: mercenaries

troy: and

abed: war

troy: and

abed: betrayal

troy: and

abed: romance

troy: and

abed: karate

troy: and

abed: credits

troy: the

abed: end

troy: we should write a screenplay together.

abed: cool. cool, cool, cool.