December 2009
Afternoon soundtrack…
What You Do To Me by...
“Because, in the end, no one will ever give a shit who has kept shit ‘real’...”
– Dave Eggers (via Tom Armitage: jonascarlsson)
!!!
(via tedr)
(via schlomo)
Yep. (yes!)
November 2009
“I told the boy when you dream about bad things happening, it means you’re...”
– The Road by Cormac McCarthy
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
-Yeats
Awwww yeahhh. I forgot about Yeats. Yeats is great. The books I didn’t bring to LA are in a converted bedroom/library upstairs and I’m getting reacquainted with them. Some good stuff....
“I, for one, do not like the use of the term X-mas as a replacement for...”
– -Billy Corgan
Billy Corgan is your middle school CCD teacher.
Morning soundtrack…
Done Did It by Blakroc
1% by Jane’s Addiction
Afternoon...
Pope tells artists beauty can be a path to God
Reuters:
“Faith takes nothing away from your genius or art,” he said. “On the contrary, it exalts them and nourishes them.”
Head On by The Pixies (live)
To be played loudly...
“I bet “fat indie people in love”, like, reaaaaaaaaaally like this album. This is...”
– -part of my Bust review of Surfer Blood’s debut album, which sucks. a lot. a lot. (via nedhepburn)
Ha! I really look forward to reading your review. Because seriously, all “fat indie people in love” music really needs to be sent down the trash bin, along with all of their Ho Hos,...
WatchEver since moving to Downtown Los Angeles I’ve been a biking maniac. As soon as I park my car, it never leaves the garage unless I have to go at least five miles outside the city. I use it to run errands, get dinner, meet up with friends, but mostly I just use it to bike at night, anywhere I can and for as long as I can. There’s nothing like biking thru the downtown Los Angeles...
The uncollected stories of J.D. Salinger →
It’s good to know these are finally online. I remember spending hours in the basement of BU’s Mugar Library learning to use the goddamn microfilm machine just so I could read “Hapworth 16, 1924”, which was the only story I ended up finding.
(via Kottke)
