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Cicada Year. After 17 years of waiting around, members of the genus Magicicada emerge en masse from underground, shed their skin, mate, and die, all within the span of a few weeks in late spring/early summer. 2013 is the year for Brood II, the group in the greater NY/NJ area.
17 years is a long time; the way they throw their heads back, stretch their wings, and signal victory (see fig. 9-13 above, also this youtube video) is not unlike that one part in The Shawshank Redemption.
In 1996, the last Cicada Year, I was a freshman in high school in suburban New Jersey. I was nearing the end of a semester in which I took Biology for the first time – a class which I loved, and I didn’t so much love as tolerate classes in high school. When the cicadas emerged, we marched out to the woods behind the “new” building (usually more the domain of weed smoking than science) to observe and collect them as a class - as much an excuse to go outside as an impromptu lesson. We then, of course, killed and dissected them, because that’s just What You Do in Freshman Bio, Damn It, opportunistically or no.
I remember the sounds of their mating calls pulsing from the trees through the end of that school year. Their discarded exoskeletons would crunch under my feet as I crossed driveways and parking lots, the early summer heat reflecting back in waves from the asphalt. Dads would point leafblowers at them, herding them into neat piles in corners. Dead ones did lazy laps in crappy above-ground pools, backlit by aqua colored light. They were everywhere, and I guess they will be again. They’ve probably earned it.
Hello old friends, I knew your parents.
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(Source: strollingonadaydream, via saywhatttttt)
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RIP to Roger Ebert (a day late, I know) who, like me, gave two enthusiastic thumbs up to Wayne’s World. Here’s the episode with the WW review, which used to be on YouTube, but, you know, shit happens. I applaud his unpretentious ability to cut through crap and like/dislike movies for the right reasons, as well as his singular and honest voice.
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Shay Platz – Been meaning to post these for a while. My friend Shay has been making these AMAZING photos that look like Dutch still life paintings. More work @ shayplatz.com
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Awkwafina is kind of amazing.
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For whatever reason, I was reminded of this today. OH RIGHT, I was talking about pork roll (aka Taylor ham) and how awesome it is. JERSEY PRIDE YO.
We discovered the existence of this, the ultimate in passive agressive neon bridge slogans, towards the end of high school. We’d just, like, DRIVE all over the tri-state area for hours on end for lack of a single goddamn thing better to do.
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We made one of these. Not sure what it says conceptually… @benjaminreynaert @thisisjakea (at studio)
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Bowie - Oh You Pretty Things.
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Artist Jay Shells channeled his love of hip hop music and his uncanny sign-making skills towards a brand new project: “Rap Quotes.” For this ongoing project, Shells created official-looking street signs quoting famous rap lyrics that shout out specific street corners and locations.
(via storyboard)
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Vampire Weekend, fix your fucking kerning. (Otherwise, hey, pretty cool. It’s NYC and Futura. No probz there.)
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(Source: seaofunhappiness)
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It’s a tree family!
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Our Band Could Be Your Band
Our Band Could Be Your Band: How the Brooklynization of culture killed regional music scenes
Interesting article. Made me miss (yet probably falsely idealize) late 90s / early 00s Providence RI. Also hit the nail on the head about why I keep feeling like all new music is boring and the same, and what’s vaguely frustrating about living in the most “interesting” place on earth (or whatever. Sarcasm, duh.)
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Holy crap, haven’t seen Edie in years but he still seems to be making the awesome. F YEAH. Get a copy of “Gaylord Phoenix” if you can.
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