oh hai guyz.
We’re back from Chicago. Turns out we didn’t get chopped up as Stephen Tully Dierks, 2011 Poet Laureate Poncho Peligroso, and Steve Roggenbuck are chill as fuck.
PhiLOLZophy exists in the dialectical tension between high and low brow. Like magnetic fields or the charge of a battery, this sphere of reading poetry while listening to Justin Bieber is infinitely more interesting than living in either the high brow (poetry) or low brow (Biebs) sphere alone. It’s rare to find people comfortable in both worlds; most people who give a shit about things like philosophy and poetry are assholes and bros are fun but like terminally chill shitheads who are really boring in hang out units exceeding a few hours. Or you know, when either of you is sober.
Considering traveling around the country and making ‘America’s Next Top PhiLOLZopher’ or something.
Anyways, here’s what we did on our sweet trip:
Drove for approximately 14 hours. Listened to Lolz Doll beat staples: Bieber, The Knife, Passion Pit, Red Hot Chili Peppers, 90’s radio hits. Ate a lot of Lolz Doll nutrition units: big gulps, cigarettes, red candy, carb-based trail mix. Listened to paranormal talk radio. Saw a UFO, complained about Wisconsin’s lack of 3G, established at 10:30pm that we had a place to stay when we arrived at 12:30am.
Slept on Stephen Tully Dierks lil rug where alt literary legend Tao Lin once slept. It was kind of mega uncomfortable but I bet Tao Lin was super chill with it so I became chill with it too. You’ll notice a lot of important things to the phiLOLZophy blog nest in this photo: piles of pillows and down comforters, books, random electronics, vodka.
Hung out with 2011 Poet Laureate Poncho Peligroso. Had 2011 Poet Laureate Poncho Peligroso prank call I guy I went out with once. Heard 2011 Poet Laureate Poncho Peligroso leave some premium content on this guy’s voicemail and end with “if my number doesn’t show up in your caller ID you can just google ‘2011 Poet Laureate.”
Hung out with the mega hawwt qed.tumblr.com:
Got a lil bit crazy:
Had a conceptual ravewave dance party:
Discovered you can find true <3 on the internet:
Drove home. Conceptualized a million ways to get everyone from Tumblr/Twitter/the internet together. Wondered whether there’s chill people offline anymore. Ate some more gas station food. Smoked some more cigarettes. Cried out of thankfulness a few times.