Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything it wants
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we're half awake...
the national
Friday, April 20, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Werner Herzog
In his action movie mode, Treadwell probably did not realize that seemingly empty moments had a strange, secret beauty. Sometimes images themselves develop their own life, their own mysterious stardom.
grizzly man
grizzly man
Friday, April 06, 2007
Cries and Whispers
David: Come over here Maria. Look at yourself in the mirror. You are beautiful... but you have changed. These days you cast rapid, calculating, sidelong glances. Your gaze used to be direct, open, and without any disguise. Your mouth is an expression of discontent and hunger. It used only to be soft. Your complexion has become pallid, you use make-up. Your fine, broad forehead now has four creases above each eyebrow... And this fine contour from the ear to the chin... it's no longer quite so evident. That's where complacency and indolence reside... Look here, at the bridge of the nose, why do you sneer so often, Maria? ...Beneath your eyes, those sharp, barely visible wrinkles of boredom and impatience.
Maria: (paraphrased) You read me so well only because you see it in yourself too.
Ingmar Bergman, Viskningar och rop
Maria: (paraphrased) You read me so well only because you see it in yourself too.
Ingmar Bergman, Viskningar och rop
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Lisa Simpson
"You have to listen to the notes she's not playing."
"But, Mom! If you take our cartoons away, we'll grow up without a sense of humor and be robots."
"A man who envies our family is a man who needs help."
"But, Mom! If you take our cartoons away, we'll grow up without a sense of humor and be robots."
"A man who envies our family is a man who needs help."
Monday, February 05, 2007
Big Fish
"Truth is, I've always been thirsty."
"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you're not too big? That maybe this place is just too small? "
"A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal."
"I caught an uncatchable fish. "
"Sometimes, the only way to catch an uncatchable woman is to offer her a wedding ring. "
"They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up. "
"Most men, they'll tell you a story straight through. It won't be complicated, but it won't be interesting either. "
Sandra: You don't even know me.
Ed: I have the rest of my life to find out.
"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you're not too big? That maybe this place is just too small? "
"A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal."
"I caught an uncatchable fish. "
"Sometimes, the only way to catch an uncatchable woman is to offer her a wedding ring. "
"They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up. "
"Most men, they'll tell you a story straight through. It won't be complicated, but it won't be interesting either. "
Sandra: You don't even know me.
Ed: I have the rest of my life to find out.
The Breakfast Club
"Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place."
"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all. "
"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all. "
Friday, February 02, 2007
Patch Adams
Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains. Deceased. Demised. Departed. Defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God's way of saying, "Slow down." To check out. To shuffle off this mortal coil. To head for the happy hunting ground. To blink for an exceptionally long period of time. To find oneself without breath.To be the incredible decaying man.Worm buffet. Kick the bucket. Buy the farm. Take the cab.Cash in your chips.
Middlesex
"Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness,""joy", or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic traincar constructions like, say "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that beings in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever. I can't just sit back and watch from a distance anymore. From here on in, everything I'll tell you is colored by the subjective experience of being part of events. Here's where my story splits, divides, undergoes meiosis. Already the world feels heavier, now I'm a part of it. I'm talking about bandages and sopped cotton, the smell of mildew in movie theaters, and of all the lousy cats and their stinking litter boxes, of rain on city streets when the dust comes up and the old Italian men take their folding chairs inside. Up until now it hasn't been my world. Not my America. But here we are, at last."
jeffrey eugenides
jeffrey eugenides
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Edward Teller
When you come to the end of all the light you know, and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: Either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Ecclesiastes 1:14
i have seen all things that
are done under the sun,
and behold,
all is vanity& chase after the wind.
are done under the sun,
and behold,
all is vanity& chase after the wind.
When You Are Old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.
-WB Yeats
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.
-WB Yeats
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Bob Dylan's Dream
While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' 'til the early hours of the morn.
By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung,
Our words were told and our songs were sung;
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Talkin' and a jokin' about the world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could get very old;
We thought we could sit forever in fun
Though our chances really were a million to one.
As easy as it was to tell black from white,
It wasn't all that easy to tell wrong from right;
Our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won;
And many a road taken by many a first friend,
And each one of them I've never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room once again;
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' 'til the early hours of the morn.
By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung,
Our words were told and our songs were sung;
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Talkin' and a jokin' about the world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could get very old;
We thought we could sit forever in fun
Though our chances really were a million to one.
As easy as it was to tell black from white,
It wasn't all that easy to tell wrong from right;
Our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won;
And many a road taken by many a first friend,
And each one of them I've never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room once again;
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
his diary
Time flies by. The bits and pieces in life, it's impossible to remember everything.
But during the time that has passed, there are some special memories of events and people to be retained. External beauty - face, hair, skin - may not be liked before, but what is rare is that after a lightning of these 40 years today I can still capture some eternal memories.
leslie cheung
But during the time that has passed, there are some special memories of events and people to be retained. External beauty - face, hair, skin - may not be liked before, but what is rare is that after a lightning of these 40 years today I can still capture some eternal memories.
leslie cheung
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
What is beautiful
What is beautiful is not always good, but what is good is always beautiful.
-Unknown
-Unknown
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Brand New Colony
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town...
postal service
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town...
postal service
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Wind Continues to Blow
"Wind continues to blow, reluctant to leave far, heart has tears unwilling to shed tears to look at you"
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Never Have I Fallen
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away
Rex A. Williams
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away
Rex A. Williams
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy...
So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have already been picked!
And...men? Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have already been picked!
And...men? Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
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