I am calling it: Discovery is the soundtrack to this summer.
If you have not listened to it yet, check it out.
Referring to MySpace as the “ghetto of the digital landscape,” Boyd indicated that MySpace users are more likely to be “brown or black” and espouse a different set of ideals in conflict with those espoused by the teens she surveyed over four years. She said that patterns in migration across social networking sites echoed those of a white exodus from cities in the past. Boyd also said that teens who use Facebook are more likely to condescend their MySpace-favoring peers.
The simple hamburger isn’t so simple any more.
Over the last decade or so, there has hardly been a serious chef in America who hasn’t taken a shot at reinventing or improving it. They have trained their skills on every element, from the precise grind of beef to the ketchup and pickles. Some have turned their bakers loose on reformulating the bun.
I happened to get invited to a rooftop party on Christopher St. This is my fourth year in NYC, and I had never seen the Pride Parade. It was pretty insane to be right above the whole thing.
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Be careful, there are gay people everywhere out there. Your like a steak to a tiger.
My neighbor (jokingly warning about the gay pride parade)
![…those were some crazy clouds just after sunset. They appear to be a mammatus formation— that’s Latin for “bumpy clouds.”
[via Gothamist]](http://17.media.tumblr.com/82y6I8Z9kp7kb5rkuM6mK6JNo1_500.jpg)
…those were some crazy clouds just after sunset. They appear to be a mammatus formation— that’s Latin for “bumpy clouds.”
[via Gothamist]
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Summer romance sounds so romantic—wistful and innocent, passionate and irresponsible. Mine was like that, too, even though it was about sadism. Drugs also played a role. Specifically methedrine.
Richard Hell in NY Mag
