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I was startled by a song:
Whenever you want me, I'll be there
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be around
Whenever you call me, I'll be there
Whenever you want me, I'll be there
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be around
It was my phone. I answered it:
"Hello?"
"Hi, Stevie. Whatcha doin'?"
It was my mom. I answered her:
"Nothing. Just getting ready for bed."
"What?"
"Yeah."
"It's nine-thirty. On a Friday night, Stephen!"
"I know. I'm a swinger, ma."
"Obviously."
"Yup. I'm putting myself out there. Maybe I'll meet someone."
Why baffle people with efficient 1-byte American emoticons when you can confuse 'em with more obscure 2-byte versions from Japan?
Animation for Linguistics geeks. Simple, yet sophisticated—just like us.
Via Boing-Boing.
Singing:
I wanna be with you when the nighttime comes
I wanna be with you when the daytime comes
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you when the nighttime comes
I wanna be with you when the daytime comes
I wanna be with you
In New York City, when an unusual crowd surrounds an ordinary building with lights and cameras and noise, it's either a bomb threat or a movie set. The latter can be pretty cool. The former, not so much.
I was walking east on 36th Street, head down against the relentless cold, the wind tugging tears right from my eyes. It's always the left eye that betrays me first — whether from sadness or cold, the left eye is always the one that lets…
The Art of Sushi.
Warning: Saki may spurt out your nose.
Via WFMU's Beware of the Blog.