| Book |
[May. 9th, 2009|02:24 am] |
It's book. Have a look.
http://www.lookatbook.com/
Four artists, two in New York two in Belfast, passed between them a book. They didn't communicate, they just painted and wrote and pasted and drew. In book. :) |
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| Timebeat |
[May. 7th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
Someone brought it to my attention that I have not shared with you all the heart clock. I am duly ashamed. It's just a clock that beats. It changes when you click on it. There's something soothing in the way it moves. Like when it's dark and comfortable, blankets askew, random bits of skin exposed. There are crickets outside, and frogs. It's hot, but it's good. There's an arm somewhere and a thumb rubbing circles. A head is pressed to a sweat-sticky chest, listening to a heartbeat. |
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[May. 5th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Am vaguely familiar with the poem (Eloisa to Abelard). Just watched the movie. Not sure what to think.
The movie is somewhat connected to its namesake's poem in that central characters are desperate for forgetfulness. Clem seems, to me, to be the most sincere of the lot. She might be tied with Eloisa; I can't decide. But that one little snippet from Clem: she changed and she didn't like herself anymore. Joel? He was hurt and lashed out.
Why would anyone want to erase years from their life? Joel learned the lesson. No matter the bad parts, there are always good parts, too. Yes, so it ended badly. Can things end on a good note? I only wish Joel could have remembered what he learned. That's cruel to me. Perhaps he did. Perhaps some small part of him clung on to the knowledge gained. He remembered where to meet her. There is some small hope something else will resurface, too.
It doesn't matter. There is no such thing as a spotless mind. If it isn't one thing it's another, I'm afraid. If it wasn't Naomi it was Clementine and if it wasn't Clementine it was the girl that comes after her. There may be such a thing as eternal sunshine, but I don't think it comes from having a blank slate. If there's nothing behind you, nothing under you, nothing in you, how are you supposed to move forward? How are you supposed to grow? Even weeds need a little dirt. Are we meant to move forward? Are we supposed to stagnate? It's almost oxymoronic. We loop back to the beginning over and over again resulting in stagnation. How sad.
I'll take my hurts. I'll take my good times. I'll learn my lessons. Thanks. |
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| So you wanna be a writer... |
[May. 1st, 2009|01:15 pm] |
Thanks very much to my good friend J for sharing this:
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. if you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it. if you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don’t do it. if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, don’t do it. if you’re trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you’re not ready.
don’t be like so many writers, don’t be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don’t be dull and boring and pretentious, don’t be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don’t add to that. don’t do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.
when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was. — Bukowski http://everythingrandom.net/post/51568718/so-you-want-to-be-a-writer
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| The Youth |
[Apr. 29th, 2009|01:59 pm] |
This song has been stuck in my head for the past 24 hours.
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|12:39 pm] |
Listen all the way to end. *giggles*
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| And boo to you, too, Stephen Fry |
[Apr. 27th, 2009|12:24 am] |
:D I love the age in which we are living because Stephen Fry is in it, too.
He blogs, he vlogs, he writes, he Tweets, and he Boos. |
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| Where the Wild Things Are |
[Apr. 25th, 2009|08:41 pm] |
I nearly cried watching this trailer. This was and is one of my favorite books of all time.
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| New HBP trailer!!! |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|12:57 pm] |
ASDFKJASDF;OIJASGFLJSDF OMG
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[Apr. 23rd, 2009|02:56 pm] |
Got this from QI's twitter this morning. Fifteen microscopic photographs of various parts of the body, mostly the inside bits. Some of the photos are a bit gross looking, so mind your tummy. I found them utterly fascinating. I especially liked the one of the split end. O_o Whoa.
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| *chuckles evilly* |
[Apr. 21st, 2009|08:22 pm] |
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I laughed. I cried. I spent hours trying to figure this game out. |
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| So You Want to be Evol >:) |
[Apr. 17th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
This was such a hoot!! It's a how-to guide for being evol!!1! I must've blown an hour screwing around on this. Very informative. Yesss.
http://www.darksites.com/souls/horror/evilguide/index.html |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|04:51 pm] |
I'd love some feedback on this one, guys. I had a blast trying to beat it, but I don't think it can be beaten. I really want to hit that button.
ETA: I BEAT IT! I FIGURED IT OUT! I'M NOT AN IDIOT!! HELL YES! *does a victory dance and sings 'not an iiiidiootttt'* |
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| Oh America... |
[Apr. 13th, 2009|08:26 pm] |
...how your paranoia amuses me.
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[Apr. 7th, 2009|05:44 pm] |
I just realized something. Demyx = Butters. *giggles* |
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