Excerpts

Michael Dupuis Jr.

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A window to look out and wait for lunch.

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There’s a cynical conception of “maturity” that asks us to disavow things we believed in our youth, not because they were shameful but precisely because they were virtuous.

Jonah Weiner, “Letter of Recommendation: Rage Against the Machine”

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Camping Under the Stars

Much of his life had been spent trying to make authentic the staged scenes from unsolicited merchandise catalogs mailed to his door.

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What makes a great organization is 1,000 small sacrifices when no one is looking.

Theo Epstein

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Wood Island, ME

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I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?

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Jay Shells creates legitimate looking road signs containing rap quotes that reference specific locations in New York

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It was late summer now and it will be dark by the time he had gotten home.

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Like a fine sentence.

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Beings that should not be.

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Life on a Plain

I calculated the cost of living, keeping in mind the life expectancy of an American male, as well as the expected rate of inflation over such a time period, and I worked until I had saved up enough, plus a little more. Then I moved. That is what the little more was for: moving expenses. I moved west, where the land became more affordable, onto the plains, where I bought a little house with a single bedroom, and a single bathroom, and a lawn already overgrown. Would the grass grow above the roof of the ranch if I let it? The realtor said she didn’t know. Then the two of us drove back to the office park where her company was located, and on a glass conference room table set beneath a fluorescent drop ceiling much like the one I’d known while working, I signed the papers necessary to transfer ownership of the house to me. When the house was mine, I shook her hand along with the hands of a couple of other people I’d met briefly, whose names I had forgotten, but who, as I understand it, were instrumental to the process.

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Appreciating the fact that Side D of Sleater Kinney’s The Woods is pressed to resemble the rings of a tree.

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via

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I got so many dreams in my head I can never even crawl out of bed.

Nation of Ulysses "Atom Bomb"

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American Football "Never Meant" From Secret Set

American Football played their first show in around 15 years on Saturday at the Beat Kitchen in Chicago, IL. Watch “Never Meant” below after the jump.

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