“We have a story. Many of us have forgotten about the pain and suffering. We have forgotten that many of the ethnic churches we grew up in were built because many white churches did not worship a God big enough to integrate their worship spaces. Our churches therefore became ethnic community…
Very insightful. A must-read for you Asian American Christians.
"My Vag" by Awkwafina
Lovely. Check out her other songs too. They’re not as crude but just as hilarious.
Told the truth and said I couldn’t go to clinic because I have too much work to do.
Should’ve just lied and said I was sick. Because now I am.
Even for robots, eight years between albums is a long time, and now everything on the radio sounds like Daft Punk did nearly a decade ago. How are the gods of digital planning to get ahead of the global EDM wave they helped create? By going analog—new album, new sound, new collaborators. But have no fear: The helmets remain the same.
They are rusty at being Daft Punk. They’ve been gone for a long time. Since their last proper studio release, 2005’s Human After All, they’ve done just a handful of interviews—three, maybe four, tops—and they’re badly out of practice. They’re still answering questions like Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, instead of like Daft Punk, which is a problem, because they’d prefer that you not think of them as people at all.
That’s partly what the robot helmets are for. It’s why you’ve never seen their faces.
“I remember when I was a kid, I would watch Superman, and I was super into the feeling of knowing that Clark Kent is Superman and no one knows,” Bangalter says. “We always thought as we were shaping this thing that the fantasy was actually so much more exciting than the idea of being the most famous person in the world.”
It’s a Saturday afternoon in Los Angeles, and the two men are seated, sans disguises, outside at a café on La Brea. They’re talking about their kids (two each), the vagaries of the California wildlife that haunt Bangalter’s house up in the hills (deer and coyotes, mostly, though recently he lost a night of sleep to the hooting of what he’s pretty sure was an owl), and a bunch of other things they’d really rather not discuss—a bunch of things they will later try to take back—because finally, after eight years, there is a new Daft Punk record.
Why do my parents yell at me for not fucking cleaning my room like I could be out doing crystal fucking meth and banging 7 people at once but all I do is run a blog, watch movies, eat food, use the bathroom and occasionally ask them to drive me somewhere I’m not that hard to care for.
Because you’re essentially a parasite. Sure, you’re not MRSA or H1N1, but you’re still useless to your parents. Do your parents a favor. They love you, they provide for you, clean your fucking room.