Some Things Stick

Revisiting some old favorites: “Desert Song” - Alice...

Sun, 12 May 2013 18:32:44 -0400

Revisiting some old favorites: “Desert Song” - Alice Smith.

My mama said life is for living / If you’re unhappy honey, go out and reinvent.

Gatsby + symbolism + video games.

Wed, 08 May 2013 15:21:02 -0400

Gatsby + symbolism + video games.:

CURSES! THE AMERICAN DREAM ELUDES ME STILL!

"Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and..."

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 22:03:00 -0400

“Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives.”

- Kay Eiffel in Stranger Than Fiction

This was never my favorite West Side Story song, but I feel like...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 10:36:23 -0500

This was never my favorite West Side Story song, but I feel like Tony today.

After Beyonce, can reality compete?

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 11:43:47 -0500

After Beyonce, can reality compete?:

“Reality is complicated, messy, and uncertain. We want it to be shrink-wrapped and labeled clearly,” says Mark Carnes, general editor of “Past Imperfect: History According to the Movies” and a historian at Barnard College. “We prefer the crisp clarity of sound bites and slogans to the blaring cacophony of the world around us.”

“…Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise...

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 10:00:36 -0500

“…Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”

-Joan Didion, Slouching through Bethlehem

This song is not even close to getting old for me yet.

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 10:55:20 -0500

This song is not even close to getting old for me yet.

The secret to wax and wane.

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 12:23:39 -0500

The secret to wax and wane.

Driving through the back roads of West Virginia earlier this...

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 13:00:38 -0500

Driving through the back roads of West Virginia earlier this week, and I couldn’t get Johnny Denver out of my head. {Radio reminds me of my home far away.}

"Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the..."

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 03:45:36 -0500

“

Marriage is not
a house or even a tent

it is before that, and colder:

The edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire.

”

- “Habitation” by Margaret Atwood

nerudacats: from Love Sonnet XXXIX Yes, that’s Pablo...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 10:28:00 -0500

nerudacats:

from Love Sonnet XXXIX

Yes, that’s Pablo Neruda + cats.

Photo

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 23:17:35 -0500

"What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the..."

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 00:00:00 -0500

“What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.”

- “The Year” by Ella Wilcox Wheeler

“Laughing at God” by Regina Spektor for a sad day.

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 00:00:00 -0500

“Laughing at God” by Regina Spektor for a sad day.

Which brings to mind Mozart and Amadeus.

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 13:35:00 -0400

Which brings to mind Mozart and Amadeus.

On genius, prodigies, children, and parenting.

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 13:30:48 -0400

On genius, prodigies, children, and parenting.

Yuck it up. (Please!)

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 14:07:00 -0400

Yuck it up. (Please!):

“Biden did absolutely roll his eyes, snort, laugh derisively and throw his hands up in the air whenever Ryan trotted out his little beady-eyed BS-isms.

“But he should have! He was absolutely right to be doing it. We all should be doing it. That includes all of us in the media, and not just paid obnoxious-opinion-merchants like me, but so-called “objective” news reporters as well. We should all be rolling our eyes, and scoffing and saying, “Come back when you’re serious.”

-Matt Taibbi, “The Vice Presidential Debate: Joe Biden Was Right to Laugh”

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it,..."

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 15:49:32 -0400

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”

- Andrew Wyeth (via brosetta-stone)

salon: Big Bird joins the unemployment line (via...

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 13:50:45 -0400

salon:

Big Bird joins the unemployment line (via @FiredBigBird)

Audio

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 11:30:14 -0400