December 2009
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“Of course, it’s hard to make any 12-month period compose a clear picture. Composition is the arrangement of unequal things, John Ruskin wrote. Looked at that way, a year becomes a term of art.” - Richard Ford, a man I’d go str8 for in a heartbeat.
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December in LA, in a moment: disoriented by the sunshine and the dry wind, belly full of tacos, Mexican coke in my hand. I was wearing pink shoes and I nearly slipped on a giant pink flower that was smashed on the sidewalk.
The Pogues - Fairytale of New York
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Local Woman Collects, Displays Hundreds of Kris... →
And that woman is my aunt.
“James Cameron’s “Avatar” is the most beautiful film I’ve seen in years. Amid the hoopla over the new power of 3-D as a narrative form, and the excitement about the complicated mix of digital animation and live action that made the movie possible, no one should ignore how lovely “Avatar” looks, how luscious yet freewheeling, bounteous yet strange. As Cameron surges through the picture plane,...
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letter from the editor
It has been brought to my attention that some inaccuracies and misrepresentations have made their way onto this tumblr recently, and I’d like to take the time to correct them here. First of all, the photo of the Griffith Park fire was taken by my dad, not my brother. Furthermore, while my mom did keep a few Christmas journals early on, it’s my dad who is really responsible for the...
John Walker plotting his upcoming return to Sarah... →
This is too much.
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a facebook message I got from a certain 19 year...
“I just rediscovered possession by sarah mclachlan it’s sooo good”
Rock Dove - City Boy
Skirts that ride up. Shoes that pinch. Dresses that you don’t realize are see-through until after you get out of the subway on the other side of the East River. Purse straps that brake. Pants that go baggy at the knees by the early afternoon. Sweaters that pill. White t-shirts with yellow armpits. White t-shirts with white armpits but unnoticed tomato sauce stains. Socks that slide into your...
I try not to be obsessively, adolescently...
“Look man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is? In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness.” -...
“As this is Sarah Lawrence, it is of course unthinkable to decorate (our tree)...”
– Dean of Sarah Lawrence College (via nicholascharles)
I really do miss my old school.
When really they were just our age.
Here’s the thing about You’ve Got Mail: I’ve never wanted to be Kathleen Kelly; I’ve always wanted to be Patricia Eden. I want to wear all black and make coffee nervous and have my picture on the cover of New York magazine. I want to find the perfect over-the-counter sleeping pill because these melatonin supplements aren’t cutting it anymore. I want to be powerful and...
Los Angeles destroyed on film
The War of the Worlds (1953)
Reptilicus (1961)
Crack in the World (1965)
The Omega Man (1971)
Earthquake (1974)
The Terminator (1984)
Miracle Mile (1988)
Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)
Escape from L.A. (1996)
Independence Day (1996)
Volcano (1997)
The Postman (1997)
Firestorm (1998)
The Core (2003)
Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines (2003)
10.5 (2004)
The Day After Tomorrow...
Mary Karr on dating David Foster Wallace
“David starts packing my mailbox with bulging envelopes. Logorrheic, he calls himself. Words just pour from his pen. His yards-long letters come hand-printed in weensy, meticulous mouse type, painstakingly footnoted. Soon he’s pleading his troth, signing his missives Young Werther… David and I smoke cigars in my tree fort or read Russian short stories aloud till dawn. We watch...
Overheard this woman on her cell phone talking...
“White men do it, black men do it. All men cheat on their wives.”
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If you like it so much why don't you marry it.
There’s a lot to enjoy in Zadie Smith’s new book of essays. Some of my favorite parts include:
- A passionate argument in favor of the squandered charms of Alyson Hannigan.
- An essay about Christmas that is neither cynical nor schmaltzy.
- Of course, the completely heartbreaking essay about DFW’s most difficult book. If it doesn’t leave you in tears, I don’t know...
