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William Kilburn,1790 | vcrfl
Every song was either a prayer or foreplay. You either wanted to drop to your knees, or, you wanted to drop to your knees.
Michaela Angela DavisÂ
SNL: Goodnight sweet Prince
Gushing purple
weekend plans
Youâre an artist when you say you are. And youâre a good artist when you make somebody else experience or feel something deep or unexpected.
Amanda Palmer
This week, in the LifeÂ
âI had cancer when I was fourteen and went through eight treatments of chemotherapy. The doctor told me then that I might have trouble getting pregnant. I had a miscarriage the first time we tried. We decided to wait a few months before trying again, because we were planning our wedding, and I didnât want to be showing during the ceremony. But then we went to Rome for his birthday. And everything about him was annoying me. So he jokingly said, âI think youâre pregnant.â We went and bought a pregnancy test but everything was in Italian, so we had no idea what it meant. So we actually learned that we were pregnant from Google Translate.â
it doesnât take much
All you do is take my breath away, and all I do is break you heart.
Happy Earth Day, mortals.
Marieyat
Whatâs in Princeâs Fridge?
â Dunk-a-roos, about 5 poundsâ worth
You may remember these from the early â90s â packs of kangaroo-shaped cookies with chocolate or vanilla frosting used as a dipping sauce. The fridge had at least 10 different packages of the things, including out-of-print vintage varieties (double fudge cookies with strawberry frosting, for example).
About the Dunk-a-roos, he wrote:
âDonât know what 2 say about Dunk-a-roos. Theyâre just good! Sometimes you want a food that is comfortable and takes you back. For me, itâs those crazy little kangaroo crackers.â
â Homemade kimchi
A large jar, clearly actually buried in someoneâs back yard at some point. About a gallon.
âThis stuff is AMAZING.â
â 18 varieties of mustard
Including German, Wisconsin, Californian, and Texan brands, plus a raspberry-flavored variety. The big question this raised: Is Prince a mustard collector? Does he hang out at Madisonâs Mustard Museum? Itâs worth noting that almost every container had been opened and showed signs of being enjoyed.
âI donât collect it, but LOL yeah thereâs a lot in there. U gotta love mustard. The raspberry kind is the best. You wouldnât expect it but thatâs how it goes.â
â Soy milk-based coffee creamer
âNo cows were oppressed 2 make this righteous creamy creamer, U know? Itâs really good! In coffee or whatever.â
â Microgreens, about one cubic footâs worth
âSo good with fig balsamic and a really good olive oil. I just munch on this stuff.â
â Braunschweiger
We asked Prince, a known vegan, what he was doing with a log of Wisconsin Braunschweiger, a traditional German smoked pork liver sausage. We got no response. Maybe itâs for guests?
â Half a loaf of challah bread from Cecilâs Delicatessen
âManny loves this stuff, thatâs why I keep it around. I guess itâs good with any of the mustards, he says?!?!â
Editorâs note: We do not know who âMannyâ is.
â Yak milk, one quart
âThis stuff is TOO AMAZING. It clarifies your skin and your mind. It is given freely by the yak, so U can truly enjoy it. Great with Chex â Rice Chex, Wheat Chex, whatever!!!â
â Real maple syrup, one gallon
âPeople say U canât tell the difference, but U know, itâs the real deal. Itâs a cut above. Itâs about 100 cuts above. This is the only thing that touches my waffles.â
Gloria Vanderbiltâs home | Pleasurephoto
âSomething terrible happened to you in outer space. All you can remember are the last few moments, the sun fading to a speck as you and your crew broke free from the solar system, the shipâs systems suddenly shutting down, the panic and blackness inside, shouting and sobbing, outside the phosphorescent fringes of the wormhole as it opened up in front of youâand then you woke up, sweat-slick in your own bed at sunrise, with the birds singing outside, in another universe. You are trapped in the world of the popular TV astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, and you know this, because here the sunrise isnât a sunrise at all.
In fact, the earth is a sphere orbiting the sun, so the sun does not in any sense actually âriseââitâs just that you happen to be positioned right on the moving line, known as the âterminatorâ, that separates the illuminated portion of the planet from its dark side. And the birds singing arenât really singingâactually, theyâre just emitting a series of noises without any of the tonal qualities that distinguish singing from other vocal emissions. And the bed isnât yours, because scientists have never been able to find any way of isolating âownershipâ in the physical composition of any object. You jump out of bed and start banging frantically at the walls. Is there no way out? Where are your crew? You rush to the window, and almost collapse in horror. Itâs all there, spread out in front of you, exactly like home: everything is exactly the same, but in this sick parody of a universe itâs all been twisted into something hollow, meaningless, and mercilessly dull.
Pink strands of cloud fizzle up from the horizon, and you know that actually the horizon is just the curvature of the earth, and that the clouds, which were once believed to be inhabited by angels, house nothing of the sort. A few people are already outside in the streets below you, jogging, going to work, but theyâre not really people. Actually, theyâre just apes of the family Hominidae, most closely related to the genus Pan, going about their ape-business, which remains primarily motivated by the ape-needs of food, shelter, and sex. There is nothing that isnât instantly boring. Itâs too much. You rush into the kitchen, rattling the drawer in sheer panic (actually just dyspnea, tachycardia and dilation of the pupils caused by a surge of epinephrine in your body), pull out the knife (actually just a piece of metal attached to a piece of wood), and open your wrists. The blood (which was once thought to be one of the four humours, governing personality traits, but which is actually primarily used to transmit oxygen) glugs out, darker in colour and slower than youâd expected. Itâll be over now, you think. But actually, youâre not dying: youâre just a collection of atoms, and every single one of those atoms will remain. Not only are you in this universe, this universe is in you.â
Read on:Â Neil deGrasse Tyson is a black hole, sucking the fun out of the Universe | Wired
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