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Bombay Chutney

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Re: hipster: the dead end of western civilization
« Reply #45 on: August 01, 2008, 02:53:00 pm »
I love Fridays.

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« Reply #46 on: August 01, 2008, 03:05:00 pm »
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  Back in the day, I lived on a terrace.
 
was it 742 evergreen terrace?
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« Reply #47 on: August 01, 2008, 03:26:00 pm »
how about 123 fake st
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« Reply #48 on: August 01, 2008, 03:32:00 pm »
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« Reply #49 on: August 01, 2008, 03:56:00 pm »
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  Back in the day, I lived on a terrace.
 
was it 742 evergreen terrace? [/b]
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« Reply #50 on: August 01, 2008, 03:57:00 pm »
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  how about 123 fake st
But this Fo'The'Win!
 
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« Reply #51 on: August 04, 2008, 10:05:00 pm »
3 streets, 2 places, 2 drives, 1 quay
 
 moving to a new Place in logan circle in september   :D
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« Reply #53 on: August 04, 2008, 11:31:00 pm »
"Girls who smoke, fuck," said Karen, looking up from a book.
 "Girls who smoke, fuck."
      "*You* don't smoke."
      "I could.  I did."
      "I smoked before I started fucking," said Maria.
      "Yeah, but you knew you *would* fuck.  That's the thing."
      "You think?"
      "It makes sense.  I mean, how else can a girl announce it?
 It's either that or you tatoo 'I fuck' on your forehead."
      "That takes a lot of the mystery out of things, don't you
 think?"
      "No.  It's not 'Girls who smoke, fuck you', it's just that
 they fuck.  Period.  Actually, the very fact they do smoke and are
 not fucking you is where a lot of their power comes from."
      "You're so reactionary, Karen.  You would set women back a
 hundred years, like those Virginia Slims ads."
      "I think I was born too late anyway.  Could you just imagine
 me as a Victorian??  In a corset??!!  With lots of intricate stays
 and laces.  Heh.  Guys can hardly figure out bras.  I'd love to see
 one struggle with a corset for a while.   Maria, why did you start
 smoking, anyway?"
      "Oh God.  That was a long time ago.  I don't know.  To be more
 interesting, to be sexier..."
      Howard said, "People smoke because it is a sure, approved
 method of suicide."
      "Who--"
      "Vonnegut."
      "I don't know.  If I smoke, it's usually because I know for
 the next six or seven minutes, I know *exactly* what I'm gonna be
 doing.  I won't be bored.  I'll be--"
           Vh-1 was playing that Clapton song.  Lightweight, minor-
 league stuff, but MTV just would not stop playing it."
 
 
           [Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven?
            Could it be the same, if I saw you in heaven?]  
 
      "It's a pretty song, but you know, it's much funnier if you
 replace every 'heaven' with 'Trenton'."
 
           [ Cause I know, I don't belong, here in Trenton. ]
 
      He was right.  It *was* funnier.
      "Well, what if I'm an actress, and I have to smoke for a
 part?"
      "Maria, honey.  If you're an actress, you fuck.  The cigarette
 doesn't really--Besides, why would you *need* to smoke if you
 didn't fuck, anyway."
      "I have no idea what you mean."
      "A lot of Catholic girls smoke."
      Paul came over.
      He was my best friend in ninth grade then he moved away.
 Twelve years later he happened to be tending bar here in
 West Philly.  We hang out at the unemployment office and we'll
 write together sometimes.
      "Hey, Rich," said Paul,  "did I ever tell you about Seth?"  He
 lit a Marlboro and found an ashtray.
      "Seth?"
      "Kid in my high school.  When I was a senior he was a junior.
 He took the SAT's.  Got 1600.  Then, he kinda disappeared.  He was
 a major geek so no one really missed him.  But there were rumors
 and shit about how he'd gone nuts and had tried to kill himself,
 but most of us figured they'd moved away somewhere.  Well, it turns
 out, that at night, he would take a screwdriver and drill holes
 into the wall next to his bed.  He'd scream into these holes and
 then plug them up with spitballs.  And all night he would hear his
 screams coming back out at him."
      "Despite the spitballs?"
      "Yup.  And he tried to kill himself by jumping out of his
 window."
      "Oh my--"
      "Rich.  He lived in a rancher."
      "1600?"
      "You gotta love it."
      "Paul, what do you think of this?" said Karen.  "Girls who
 smoke, fuck."
      "Heh.  I got no problem with that."
      "Rich," said Karen, "tell me something about Howard."
      "Hey," said Howard.
      "All right, what do you want to know?"
      That Ozzy Osborne song, 'Mama, I'm coming home' was on MTV.
 Paul grabbed the remote and muted it.
      "You know," said Paul, "Almost every song they play on MTV
 that has the word 'mama' in it would be much funnier if the changed
 every 'mama' to 'mommy'."
      "My God," said Maria, "you're right."
      Paul unmuted the television and Karen tucked a foot under her
 and said, "Something I don't know, something adorable, something
 embarrassing, anything..."
      Howard stretched out on the couch and Karen was playing with
 his face.
      "All right.  When we were little, like until I finished grade
 school, we would always watch cartoons with my dad on Saturday
 mornings.  He still loves then, especially Inspector Gadget.  Well,
 it would be my dad on the right side of the bed, me on the left,
 and How in the middle.  But here's the thing:  Howard would usually
 conk out by eleven or so and take a nap.  But he couldn't fall
 asleep in my parents' bed unless my dad was holding his foot."
      Karen giggled.
      "I don't remember any of this," said Howard, turning red.
      "He'd say, 'Hold my foot, hold my foot.' and my dad would.  I
 think he felt like he needed to be anchored in that big bed,
 because he could sleep even if my dad was just holding a toe.  But
 if my dad let go, Howard would wake up and be very scared, like he
 was drowning.  I remember him saying, really quickly, 'Hold my
 foot, hold my foot'.  That the kind of thing you're looking for,
 Karen?"
      But they'd already disappeared.
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Re: hipster: the dead end of western civilization
« Reply #54 on: August 05, 2008, 11:16:00 am »
I only remember that episode because I went to my first rave a bit before it aired. A cold, rainy night in Oakland (or quite possibly SF) in some warehouse and lots of great friends.
 
 
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  I actually  looked it up  to get the date: November 14, 1991. Season 2 episode 15. Steve tries to get the egg with directions in it and some girl gives Brendan "Euphoria."
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« Reply #55 on: August 05, 2008, 12:47:00 pm »
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Originally posted by They call me Doctor Doom.:
  "Girls who smoke, fuck," .
I absolutely subscribe to this theory.  Of course, I go with chicks who smoke, poke, but same principle.
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Re: hipster: the dead end of western civilization
« Reply #56 on: August 05, 2008, 02:05:00 pm »
I do not know know where the text is from; so I'm going to guess. First guess, Brett Easton Ellis. Second, Chuck Palahniuk.

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« Reply #57 on: August 05, 2008, 02:19:00 pm »
whatever happened to bret?  his style grew so stale by the time glamorama hit.

renton007

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« Reply #58 on: August 05, 2008, 03:26:00 pm »
I didn't read Glamorama but I liked Lunar Park pretty well.

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« Reply #59 on: August 05, 2008, 05:13:00 pm »
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Originally posted by They call me Doctor Doom.:
  "Girls who smoke, fuck," .
I absolutely subscribe to this theory.  Of course, I go with chicks who smoke, poke, but same principle. [/b]
True dat... the theory also applies to girls who don't smoke.   :)
 
 In all seriousness... "hipster" is a term nobody ever calls themself.   It's a vague term of derision, used against someone one doesn't like.  It reminds me of the way 10 years ago all the Young Urban Professionals I knew were always bitching about yuppies.
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