Judson.

  1. "

    I worry (as someone who was an adult in the 1960s) that young people will see The Playboy Club and think that this is what life was like back then and that Hefner, as he also says in his weird, creepy voice-over, was in fact “changing the world, one Bunny at a time.”

    So I would like to say this:

    1. Trust me, no one wanted to be a Bunny.

    2. A Bunny’s life was essentially that of an underpaid waitress forced to wear a tight costume.

    3. Playboy did not change the world.

    "

    Nora Ephron, in this week’s Newsweek, on the premiere of NBC’s The Playboy Club. (via newsweek)

    I read Gloria Steinem’s “I Was A Playboy Bunny…” when I was in high school and was completely knocked out. PDF here.

    (via abitlate)

  2. this is the best tumblr blog there is.

    this is the best tumblr blog there is.

    (Source: maddevelopment)

  3. jhnmyr:

Hello (hello) ((hello)) (((hello))) ((((hello)))) (((((hello))))) ((((((hello)))))

Was literally wondering where john mayer had went, and he finally resurfaced. Good to see him.

    jhnmyr:

    Hello (hello) ((hello)) (((hello))) ((((hello)))) (((((hello))))) ((((((hello)))))

    Was literally wondering where john mayer had went, and he finally resurfaced. Good to see him.

  4. FIX IT BRO: Layer Semantics »

    fixitadobe:

    One thing that really gets me about Photoshop is how little is paid attention to the semantics of layers (aka— properly naming and organizing layers). This comes in handy a lot for revisiting projects three or four months later and forgetting what a mess the PSD was.

    That is bad photoshop…

    I wrote this.

  5. Things I should be doing right now.

    1. Working
    2. Designing
    3. Thinking up of a good side project.
    4. Writing better.

  6. I think I’m at the point where owning a DSLR is a burden.

  7. It’s 12:44am, and tonight, I’d like to write about nothing. 

    I’m leaning against a pillow, with only the light from a slightly damaged LCD keeping me awake. I’ve no plans tomorrow. No obligations.

    I like the idea of assuming the darkness behind my screen is a blank abyss. Nothing in front of me. Nothing behind me. It helps me think. No one is here to distract me. I am completely alone in a pocket of blank air.

    The creaking floor fan ruins this illusion, but I’ll pretend I’ve brought it with me on this journey to keep me cool.

    12:56.

    I wish I could sleep. 

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