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Spike McCue

Hates to shave. Not a lumberjack.

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  • March 16, 10:42 PM

    NYC Mornings

    First the birds, and then the trucks and then the scratching as the pigeons that roost in the wall wake up. Then the cat at the door, meowing to be let in and beat her tail against the wall as she stares out the window. Glance at the clock, out of bed, wrap towel, no walking naked, especially with a female roommate. In the shower, brush teeth and pee, time management at it’s best.

    Down the stairs, nice shoes hitting the rough wooden floors with a sharp crack, out the door, down the steps, strong smell of onions, asian women heading to the plant. Into the coffee shop, really just a counter, ease past the high schoolers, 1 large coffee, black-two-sugars, same every day. The older woman forgets, the younger always knows.

    Down the stairs, slide the card, one quick motion no stopping as the bar hits your thigh. Down the steps, glance at the sign, train in 3 minutes. Turn up the music, the first sip of coffee blasts your mouth, try to sip enough to ward off a good spill.

    Train pulls up, mass of bodies. Slide in where you can, grab a bar if possible, cradle the coffee. The stops go by, Grand-Graham-Lorimer-Bedford-1st ave, 3rd Ave, Union square. Quick out the door, get to the stairs before the queue forms. Up the stairs, dodge the fat old woman taking her time, avoid kicking the person behind you in the face.

    Hope for the express, great the N! Hop in, grab a wall, watch as the doors close and open close and open close and open as arms and legs and purses are thrust through to prevent shutting. 34th st-42nd st. Train empties at 34th and 42nd, no one who works in midtown takes the NQRW. Maneuver in front of the door, 49th st. Doors open, red tile, dirty floors barely register.

    First one out, coffee’s done, toss in the trash on the way to the stairs, one quick fluid shot for two points he’s 99% from the floor, jive up the stairs. Three stacks of todays papers on the ground, guy in his metal booth handing out coffee. Up the street, cross in the middle, dodge the cab, grab another coffee or a bacon egg and cheese depending on the hangover, another few blocks, push the doors, swipe the card, dive for your own elevator, tap the card, push the glass doors, sit down in front of your computer and wait.

  • March 16, 09:12 PM

    From "His Wife, The Painter" by Bukowski

    I can paint - a flower eaten by a snake; that sunlight is a

    lie; and that markets smell of shoes and naked boys clothed,

    and under everything some river, some beat, some twist that

    clambers along the edge of my temple and bites nip-dizzy…

    men drive in cars and paint their houses,

    but they are mad; men sit in barber chairs, buy hats…

  • March 16, 03:28 PM

    via 50 page fight/discussion about Lady GaGa over at SomethingAwful

  • March 16, 10:33 AM

    via reddit

  • March 15, 09:55 AM

    definatalie:

    Nick can now sleep after traveling the Clem7 tunnel. Three times.

  • March 14, 06:23 PM

    Summer houses in Maine are not meant to be seen when it is not the summer.

  • March 14, 01:52 AM

    tamburina:

    “Why is it,” he said, one time, at the subway entrance, “I feel I’ve known you so many years?”
    “Because I like you,” she said, “and I don’t want anything from you.”

    - Ray Bradbury, in Fahrenheit 451

  • March 13, 03:05 PM

    Stephen Fry on the Catholic Church

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    I’m a faggot, love more from brewer falls (not the right spelling), Williamsburg

  • March 11, 09:16 PM

    Kettle Cove January (via FakeHipster)

  • March 11, 07:56 PM

    This is my “can’t stop listening to” album of the moment

  • March 11, 07:31 PM

    Behind you.

    Gutter bar, Williamsburg

  • March 11, 07:27 PM

    “Look behind you” at gutter bar, Williamsburg

  • March 11, 06:35 PM

    I'm 99% certain

    That my cat makes it her god given mission to fuck with my shit during the day. She’s precise about it also. Some days it’s the desk, some day’s the book shelf, some days she’ll cover my pillow in cat hair.

    My cat’s a bitch.

  • March 11, 12:52 PM

    Kari Ferrell — ANIMAL

    Why did Animal hire Kari Ferrell to pay her to write a shitty personal blog?

  • March 11, 10:08 AM

    hammocknotes:

    union station chicago 1943 (via david haggard)

  • March 10, 10:39 PM
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    Rowing on the Lake. (via elizcason)

  • March 10, 08:53 PM

    I attached my camera to my bike with my bendy tripod. It didn’t even work.

    Worst idea ever. (via FakeHipster)

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    Love Me? (via AJEPhotography)

  • March 10, 10:46 AM

    via reddit

  • March 10, 09:44 AM

    6825 (via sholgk)

  • March 09, 09:23 PM

    A conversation I have every month or so

    timoni:

    dwineman:

    Me: (tries to visit a local restaurant’s website via iPhone)
    Restaurant website: I require Flash. Fuck off.
    Me: I just want to know how late you’re open.
    Website: Nope.
    Me: But I’m on my phone. Don’t you have a little “HTML Version” link up in the corner or something?
    Website: I’m ignoring you.
    Me: What if I’m on my phone because I’m out, looking for a place to eat? Didn’t that ever occur to you?
    Website: Fuck entirely off.
    Me: (gives up, switches to computer)
    Website: Oh! Hi! What can I help you with today?
    Me: What are your —
    Website: Hang on, I’m loading the music.
    Me: Really.
    Website: You’ll love it. It’s “Girl from Ipanema” arranged for steel drum and keytar.
    Me: No, you don’t have to —
    Website: Loading…
    Me: All I want is —
    Website: I SAID DOT DOT DOT.
    Me: (drums fingers on desk)
    Website: There we go. Isn’t that nice? It’s… what’s the word. Ethnicky.
    Me: What are your hours?
    Website: Take a look at our menu! It’s a PDF of a screenshot of a scan of a Word document printed on a dishtowel. With fonts!
    Me: I don’t care. What are your hours?
    Website: Don’t worry, the menu loads in a new window so the music won’t stop. Can I show you some broken images?
    Me: What. Are. Your. Hou. Rs.
    Website: I… I don’t know.
    Me: (goes to Denny’s)

    Goodness this is so true.

  • March 09, 07:56 PM

    I really like this time of year. I take the NQRW uptown in the mornings and get off at the 49th St stop, which is a pretty dank station. The walls are blood red tile, and the whole place is pretty dirty. You walk up the stairs, and come out into Times Square (a bleak and washed out place at 9am) and take an immediate turn up 49th st. The air after the subway is fresh, and the sun streams down 49th st in shafts. It’s not too hot that you’re sweating, but it’s cool enough that the air feels fresh and you can get by with a light jacket. You walk up the street into the pale white of the sun, surrounded by a steady stream of people heading for 6th ave, to go to work at UBS, or News Corp, or McGraw Hill, or Time Inc or any number of other massive companies. The world is freshly showered, quiet and purposeful. The tourists aren’t out yet and the streets, for a couple hours, belong to those heading to work and it’s comfortable and fine.

  • March 09, 07:40 PM

    Well played Yahoo, well played.

  • March 09, 04:44 PM

    groverwatts:

    on the road again (via groverwatts)

  • March 09, 01:14 PM
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    via reddit

  • March 07, 08:34 PM

    groverwatts:

    GF1_020210-17 (via DeliSandwich.tumblr.com)

  • March 07, 07:47 PM

    (via lovegifs)

    Favorite movie.

  • March 07, 07:27 PM

    Music from two absolutely fantastic people I know.

    Old Hannah - When I Die (via sleepovershows)

  • March 07, 06:53 PM

    Look at that fucking hipster family unit (via FakeHipster)

  • March 07, 12:18 AM
  • March 06, 12:44 PM

    Webster Hall is madness

    Ended up at webster hall last night, second time I’ve been there.

    Description I sent to a friend:

    “The place is just scizo. The top floor was hipsters and tripped out people dancing to neon Indian, the rest of the place was a mash of black dudes, white dudes, nyu dudes, Hispanic dudes, old people, people who were obviously using their fake, Asians in hoochie outfits, a stripper in nothing but a g string and bra, packs of larger girls sticking together like everyone else, gay dudes, trannys, a girl named Amy who started talking to me in the line for the bathroom and who refused to call me spike and security guards barking into their radios and running too and fro after people. Like a microcosm of the Friday night drunk universe in one place.”

  • March 06, 12:28 PM
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  • March 05, 09:13 AM

    Oh Freddie Mercury, you make me gooey.

    via reddit

  • March 05, 12:46 AM

    After concert deafness

    Cage the Elephant was pretty ridiculous. I havent seen a show that intense in a while.

  • March 04, 08:26 PM

    A peaceful green forest. A rise, with an opening impossibly ringed with rocks. Inside, a large cavern, dirt floors, lit softly by candles. The faint sound of music you heard outside is loud here. A stereo is hooked into a laptop glowing faintly in the gloom in one corner. A wooden table, a book case with glass sliding doors on each level. A living area with a couch with a blanket with pillows, the couch is a deep green, maybe velvet. A heart sits at the table, a bottle of Jim beam and a glass beside him. He sits and leaks a little onto the notebook in front of him while he writes but doesn’t seem to notice. The heart is as large as a mans torso. You’re not sure why or how he can write or get up to the table, but he is there, far away in the middle of the woods. He takes a drink from the whiskey, and continues to write. Judging by the wood pile by the fireplace and the well stocked cupboards by a sink in the corner, he has been here for a month or so and doesn’t seem to care about leaving for another few weeks.

    You step out side. The woods are quiet, and the day is clear and you are utterly isolated from anyone who would play with your hair or caress your arm and you don’t care at all.

  • March 03, 11:11 PM

    Oh god I just saw this and its so cool

    OK Go - This Too Shall Pass - RGM version (via OkGo)

  • March 03, 10:33 PM

    Now I reeeaallly miss Maine

    congress street (via cara slifka)

  • March 03, 09:38 PM
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    1357 (via sholgk)

  • March 03, 07:51 PM

    thatgirlfaren:

    It sucks being broke when you need things like pet food, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, and food. Hahaha. Craaaaap.

    At one point recently I realized that I could afford a book from the $1 book bin, but not the $2.50 slice of pizza. It suuuuuuuucks.

  • March 03, 07:31 PM

    I miss Maine.

    (via Little Ben Big City)

  • March 03, 04:35 PM

    Funny Face #5 (via john.karpinsky)

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