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Pets & Weddings: “It’s embarrassing,” Mr. Rose said parenthetically, “to still be in this 20-year transition from Ikea.”

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 12:50:13 -0400

Pets & Weddings: “It’s embarrassing,” Mr. Rose said parenthetically, “to still be in this 20-year transition from Ikea.”:

petsandweddings:

“It’s just like, are we doing this, or not?” Mr. Rose said of his bedside table. And according to The Gray Lady, Mr. Rose is not alone in his uncertainty.

“I have a complicated relationship with the bedside table. I want it to be something that’s somewhat serene.”

Robin Standefer,…

My bedside table is a filing cabinet. I feel like it’s always keeping tabs on me.

blurintofocus: mamaliza: corgiaddict: zoeythecorgi: Ralph...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 17:21:22 -0400

blurintofocus:

mamaliza:

corgiaddict:

zoeythecorgi:

Ralph Lauren suggests that corgis are a hot fashion accessory this Spring.

Corgis are always in vogue.

CorgiStyle suggests that Hamptons WASPs are a hot fashion accessory this spring. For extra flair, put them in pink!

Wait, Rhod, is that older Sullie or am I just losing my mind?

Older, scruffier.

Les Miserables vid: White Cedar

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 23:02:26 -0400

Les Miserables vid: White Cedar:

some-stars:

I made a Grantaire vid! I know I’m terribly late to the vid-making party (and I should have waited for the shiny DVD anyway), but I couldn’t resist. It’s to the Mountain Goats, everything is the Mountain Goats, they are inescapable. Also soundingonlyatnightasyousleep mentioned in a comment to my fic that this was a good Grantaire song, and they were so right. The second verse that I cut is perfect for reincarnation fic, too.

(I tried really hard to upload this to Tumblr like a proper new media user, but it wouldn’t accept the file and I have zero patience left with Tumblr after this no-more-links fiasco—now it won’t even let me use the HTML editor anymore—so you have to go and download it, sorry. ~~I’ll try to get a streaming version up soon.~~ You can also watch it streaming at this link! It’s pretty skippy, though. I don’t think Vimeo likes my old-fashioned video files.)

Title: White Cedar

Music: The Mountain Goats

Character(s): Grantaire, Enjolras

Warnings: None that I’m aware of, questions are welcome

Summary: I don’t have to be afraid.

“I saw the light of my spirit descend the other day”

storyboard: Hurricane Sandy Empowers a Film It Almost...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 11:21:42 -0400

Director Sam Fleischner sets up a shot on the Rockaway boardwalk.

Actor Jesus Sanchez playing 13-year-old Ricky.

Cast and crew film a Halloween scene in the subway.

Cinematographer Adam Jandrup, actor/musician/sound guy Kevin Bewersdorf, director Sam Fleischner, and cinematographer Ethan Palmer on what's left of the boardwalk following Hurricane Sandy.

Kevin Bewersdorf and Sam Fleischner keep warm in the empty lot next to their house after Hurricane Sandy.

Cinematographer Adam Jandrup, director Sam Fleischner, and sound mixer Ryan Carroll on Rockaway Beach.

storyboard:

Hurricane Sandy Empowers a Film It Almost Destroyed

On October 28 of last year, Sam Fleischner was riding the A train out to Rockaway. With him were an autistic child actor, a lighting guy, sound guy — an entire film crew in fact, all under his direction. To hear the name of the film, Stand Clear of the Closing Doors, is to understand that the location was an appropriate one; it’s the story of a 13-year-old autistic boy played by Jesus Sanchez who gets lost on the subway for 10 days. When it’s not taking place on the A train, Stand Clear unfolds in the Rockaways, where the boy’s mother is on a frantic mission to find him. The real-life story on which the movie is based (documented in a New York Times article in 2009) takes place in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. But Fleischner saw parallels between the subway and the ocean, and he wanted the family in his film to live nearby. It was four days before Fleischner’s film was scheduled to wrap, and he needed all the time in the subway he could get. But Hurricane Sandy had other plans.

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Great piece about contingency, survival, creativity. I hope the film makes it to Austin.

36 Hours in Galway

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 20:07:00 -0400

36 Hours in Galway

I think the titles are: “The Path of Lost...

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 16:06:10 -0400

I think the titles are:

“The Path of Lost Souls”

and

“Upon Pondering”

by art photographer Brooke Shaden.

littleelk: Bilateral gynandromporphism - half female, half...

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 18:26:58 -0400

littleelk:

Bilateral gynandromporphism - half female, half male.. This genetic anomaly is usually restricted to arthropods, but has been known to express itself in birds as well.

I always reblog bilateral gynandromorphic butterflies.

"Education should aim to enhance our capacities, Dewey argued, so that we are not reduced to mere..."

Thu, 06 Sep 2012 19:02:00 -0400

“Education should aim to enhance our capacities, Dewey argued, so that we are not reduced to mere tools. “The kind of vocational education in which I am interested is not one which will ‘adapt’ workers to the existing industrial regime; I am not sufficiently in love with the regime for that.” Are we?

“Who wants to attend school to learn to be “human capital”? Who aspires for their children to become economic or military resources? Dewey had a different vision.”

- John Dewey’s Vision of Learning as Freedom - NYTimes.com

In Texas by May Sarton | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 16:19:00 -0400

In Texas by May Sarton | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor:

In Texas

by May Sarton

In Texas the lid blew off the sky a long time ago
So there’s nothing to keep the wind from blowing
And it blows all the time. Everywhere is far to go
So there’s no hurry at all, and no reason for going.
In Texas there’s so much space words have a way
Of getting lost in the silence before they’re spoken
So people hang on a long time to what they have to say;
And when they say it the silence is not broken,
But it absorbs the words and slowly gives them
Over to miles of white-gold plains and gray-green hills,
And they are part of that silence that outlives them.
Nothing moves fast in Texas except the windmills
And the hawk that rises up with a clatter of wings.
(Nothing more startling here than sudden motion,
Everything is so still.) But the earth slowly swings
In time like a great swelling never-ending ocean,
And the houses that ride the tawny waves get smaller
As you get near them because you see them then
Under the whole sky, and the whole sky is so much taller
With the lid off than a million towers built by men.
After a while you can only see what’s at horizon’s edge,
And you are stretched with looking so far instead of near,
So you jump, you are startled by a blown piece of sedge;
You feel wide-eyed and ruminative as a ponderous steer.
In Texas you look at America with a patient eye.
You want everything to be sure and slow and set in relation
To immense skies and earth that never ends. You wonder why
People must talk and strain so much about a nation
That lives in spaces vaster than a man’s dream and can go
Five hundred miles through wilderness, meeting only the hawk
And the dead rabbit in the road. What happens must be slow,
Must go deeper even than hand’s work or tongue’s talk,
Must rise out of the flesh like sweat after a hard day,
Must come slowly, in its own time, in its own way.

Photo

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:52:25 -0400

youchosewrong: (from Choose Your Own Adventure #51: The Magic...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 12:08:25 -0400

youchosewrong:

(from Choose Your Own Adventure #51: The Magic of the Unicorn, 1985)

There have been times when I’ve posted a selection and thought “I’m never going to top this for sheer existential insanity.”

And then my brother Greg emailed me (complete with a cameo appearance by his left thumb) the above photo and reminds me that Romeo Void had it right.

samwolfeconnelly: ***Print...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 12:07:09 -0400

samwolfeconnelly:

***Print Giveaway***

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Alright, so I decided to do a giveaway of TWO signed 8” x 8” prints I have left over from the Cybil Set that sold out earlier this year. It was a very limited run with only 30 prints, so this might be the last chance to snag one.

To have your name entered to be drawn, either:

-Reblog this post

and/or

-Post a comment over at Abduzeedo

We’ll be choosing 2 winners (one from tumblr and one from Abduzeedo) next Wednesday.

jan1977: ohcamil: The Ghosts of World War II by Sergey...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 12:30:39 -0400

jan1977:

ohcamil:

The Ghosts of World War II by Sergey Larenkov

Taking old World War II photos, Russian photographer Sergey Larenkov carefully photoshops them over more recent shots to make the past come alive. Not only do we get to experience places like Berlin, Prague, and Vienna in ways we could have never imagined, more importantly, we are able to appreciate our shared history in a whole new and unbelievably meaningful way.

These are amazing.

Love these photos, so moving.

Please may this be done with every place + photographically captured time period in the world.

"His review is a letter addressed to the future; to people 30 years hence who may wonder exactly what..."

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 18:55:48 -0400

“His review is a letter addressed to the future; to people 30 years hence who may wonder exactly what it felt like to be in a certain playhouse on a certain night.”

- Kenneth Tynan, on the ideal critic (“Enter Tynan, to applause…” The Guardian).

"23 Tingo (Pascuense language of Easter Island): to borrow objects one by one from a neighbor’s house..."

Mon, 28 May 2012 14:21:34 -0400

“23 Tingo (Pascuense language of Easter Island): to borrow objects one by one from a neighbor’s house until there is nothing left”

- 25 Words That Simple Don’t Exist in English, by Alex Wain

marielikestodraw: astroprojection: Beasts of the Southern...

Sun, 13 May 2012 09:43:32 -0400

marielikestodraw:

astroprojection:

Beasts of the Southern Wild:

Hushpuppy, an intrepid six-year-old girl, lives with her father, Wink, in “the Bathtub,” a southern Delta community at the edge of the world. Wink’s tough love prepares her for the unraveling of the universe; for a time when he’s no longer there to protect her. When Wink contracts a mysterious illness, nature flies out of whack-temperatures rise, and the ice caps melt, unleashing an army of prehistoric creatures called aurochs. With the waters rising, the aurochs coming, and Wink’s health fading, Hushpuppy goes in search of her lost mother.

FUTURE DYSTOPIA STARRING BB POC GIRL IN BOOTS

HOW IS THIS MOVIE NOT RELEVANT TO YOUR INTERESTS

WHAT IS THIS FUCKIN MAGIC. OH MY GOD GET IN MY EYEBALLS NOW. EVERYONE WATCH THIS TRAILER NOW.

I wonder if this is the best movie ever made? It looks like it might be.

Tumblr oh tumblr how does tumblr work HOW do you reply to posts? I see people replying to posts. It...

Sat, 12 May 2012 12:52:23 -0400

Tumblr oh tumblr how does tumblr work HOW do you reply to posts? I see people replying to posts. It is a thing that is done! Why can I not figure out this interface? I have been on the internet since 1996.

:( :( :(

fuckyeahqualitymusic: Joshua Radin // Winter

Fri, 11 May 2012 18:50:41 -0400

fuckyeahqualitymusic:

Joshua Radin // Winter

Jack Gilbert, "The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart"

Fri, 11 May 2012 15:19:43 -0400

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not language but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.

thekidshouldseethis: NYC film makers Robert Kolodny and Bennett...

Fri, 11 May 2012 15:09:40 -0400

thekidshouldseethis:

NYC film makers Robert Kolodny and Bennett Elliott (of Land of Nod) made this ode to Paris during a week-long visit with friends.

via Vimeo.