I am, from time to time, struck with the fear that I will, one day soon, suddenly become blindingly irrelevant. Culturally, musically, intellectually. I see it happen to people around me all the time. Ask the average person on the street what their favorite music/book/piece of art is and, almost without fail, it will be something they listened to/read/gazed at longingly between the ages of sixteen and twenty four. And I hate that. I bordered on fucking retardation in high school and didn’t know shit about shit until I was …

Ok, I’m going to calm down now. Andrew Sullivan (although is addressing depression, not anger, we all know they’re cousins) is always making me feel a little bit better about the world.

I beg my gay brothers and sisters: do not let them drive you back to the “psychosis and depression” of the closet. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Know that your love is real; cherish it; hold your spouses closer; build your families; take care of your kids; live your dream.
What the Christianists want is …

Is Brazil (or BH) obsessed with clever bathroom signs?

Social (worst website ever.)

From Café Com Letras (one of the coolest places in BH).

I can’t remember the name of this place (but i’ll find out). By far my favorite. I love her little pointy boobs.