January 2012
44 posts
“‘The things they have done to us! The truths they have turned into lies....”
– Jake Blount, a character from Carson McCuller’s book, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
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shutupjerry:
Bobby Newport’s never had a real job in his life.
Bobby Newport’s never had a real job in his life.
BOBBY NEWPORT’S NEVER HAD A REAL JOB IN HIS LIFE
BOBBY NEWPORT
BOBBY NEWWWWPORT
BOBBY…. NEWWWWPOOORT
NEWPORT
NEWPORT
BOOOOOOBBBBBBBYYYYYY
BOOOBBBBBYYYY
NEWWWWWPOOORT
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“To get back to my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise,...”
– Oscar Wilde
I got the gospel in me. I need to tell it to somebody. No, not that kind of gospel. Have any of you ever went on strike?
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“It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With...”
– Carson McCullers (via psychotherapy)
Tucson school board suspends Mexican-American... →
thenoobyorker:
Tucson, Arizona, public schools suspended their Mexican-American studies program after an administrative law judge ruled it violated a new state law and the state said the local district was going to lose $15 million in annual aid, officials said.
The Governing Board of the Tucson Unified School District voted late Tuesday to suspend immediately the Mexican-American studies...
“On climate, the group noted that “the International Energy Agency projects that,...”
– U.S. News - ‘Doomsday Clock’ moved closer to midnight
More and more people and organizations are saying this. It is out of the realms now of conspiracy theorists and doomers.
(via stopkillingourworld)
Reblogged because everyone seems to have forgotten this. I wish this was worded a bit...
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“Film as dream, film as music. No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness...”
– The Magic Lantern : An Autobiography, Ingmar Bergman (1987) (via swintons)
In the last 15 minutes as I was driving to pick up my sister, I realized I had somehow managed to fuck up and confuse that previous image of Camus with Sartre which is all but an ugly mistake. Probably because I’ve been thinking about existential jokes all day, of which will be posted soon. Thank you all 250 followers for not pointing out my mistake. :)
“Ghosts always pass quickly, with the infinite speed of a furtive apparition, in...”
– Jacques Derrida, Memoires for Paul de Man (Columbia University Press, 1986) 64. (via chipclayton)
modus-ponies:
kgrrw:
Do you ever have those moments where you come to the realization that everything is pointless and stupid and you don’t understand how you ever cared about things as much as you did, because what’s the point? Everything is meaningless, including us, so why the fuck do we care so much?
Yes but I don’t find it depressing at all like most people, I actually think it’s really...
“No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.”
– Simone de Beauvoir (via ephemerals)
A woman isn’t a woman until she’s read Simone de Beauvoir.
Just kidding, you just got #mansplained! HAH!
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the most evident utensil, is none other than a pencil.
Rhythm and Passion, Ritmo y Pasion!
“Beware the lollipop of mediocrity; lick it once and you’ll suck forever.”
– Brian Wilson
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Finally, after a long hiatus and some assimilating (but odd) experiences in Los Angeles, I now remember why it is I love solitude so much. You may cue any Salinger quote, but I’m going to try and take this blog back to its original intentions. I’m back and the events from the last two weeks will probably, over time, be revealed through allusions and Big Fish eloquence unless my already...
i really saw a future with jet packs and flying cars.
December 2011
19 posts
I’m not a very big fan of E.E. Cummings because I don’t really care for his typographic renunciations, but I have to admit a lot of his poetry permeates a really well done ‘typographically rhythmic’ or whatever you want to call it essence (dats what i call it anyway), and I’ve always liked the following lines:
may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty...
December 25, 2011
In Arizona, you can see the twilight gradient from one horizon to sunset; dark purple to blue, orange, then red. The clouds move faster here than California for some reason even when you’re driving 75MPH in the car. You can still witness them manipulate and evolve into the imagination and artistry of anticipating progenies. It’s an amalgam of beauty and efficacy and thank God for this...
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I LOVE YOU ALL!
