I love it when people complain about the quality of their Facebook friends as if they were chosen by some unknown, unwashed entity.
This Is Your Captain Speaking is a great book title.
This is so good and spot on. I recently turned 25 and it feels like death to me. I was watching the game last night and thinking about the fragility of Lebron's legacy at this relatively late stage in his career, and then I remembered that we were in high school together.
Worse than watching basketball is going to concerts. Since college it's been one of my favorite things to do. But now when I go I feel like I'm surrounded by children. I start to look around for someone to tell me that I'm crazy, that my whole life remains on the horizon. But that person is already a ghost.
Who the hell is Brad Nelson?
You know, aside from the most pretentious douchebag among a sea of admittedly pretentious douchebags?
Aside from Miles Klee's boyfriend?
The reactions to / comments about this piece suggested precisely that it had sprung "whole and new and unbound from the author's head." Hence the entirely appropriate discussion of lineage.
Right. As Adouble points out, this is great I'm sure, but unoriginal in more ways than one: http://harpers.org/archive/2007/02/0081387
That Chapelle clip is amazing.