
Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days [4:15]
from the album “Born in the USA” [1984]. Lyrics.
Personal favorite of Haruki Murakami, from his book 意味がなければスイングはない (“It Ain’t Got that Swing (If It Don’t Mean a Thing)”).
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It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.
Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.“I’m Comic Sans, Asshole” by Mike Lacher
“Do I get stress headaches at work? Yes, definitely. From the moment I get in, it’s “Denise we need this! Denise we need that!” Which is stressful… ‘cause my name is Linda. Denise is the other black woman that works here. By 10am, someone in the copy room makes a joke about Kobe Bryant, and everyone looks at me to make sure it’s ok. And I smile like it’s ok. But really, my head and neck are starting to throb. Then I spend the rest of my afternoon training my interns, and answering their questions, like, “Yes, black people use shampoo”, and, “No, I don’t know any good reggae clubs around here”, and, “Yes, Condoleezza Rice is very articulate, why do you sound so surprised?” And, “No, I can’t tell you where to buy weed!” And that’s when I reach for Excedrin.”
Like, in my daydreams, they all live together in the same big Victorian boardinghouse, and the ones that are in similar genres act like siblings. Sufjan Stevens and Joanna Newsom are in a friendly but heated rivalry with regards to song length. When I first saw the length of “Impossible Soul,” I just imagined him narrowing his eyes at her across the dinner table and going, “I see you and raise you thirteen minutes.”




