+ I’ll Go Crazy If I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight (The Remix)
+ The Unforgettable Fire makes a come back.
+ Unknown Caller
What strange appetites we have
that make us rewind time and summon up
the landscapes of our pain
>The Cardigans: Erase and Rewind/Acoustic
If you are lucky in this life,
you will get to help your enemy
the way I got to help my mother
when she was weakened past the point of saying no
+ Give In To Me was one of my fave MJ songs...
What's wrong with the Wii?
This is how in a simple way you can find out if it's a gamer you want to play with. Ask them if they have a Wii. If they say yes, get the f*** out of there.
“What’s the difference between Bono and God?” “Bono thinks he’s God, but God doesn’t think he’s Bono”
+ Regina Spektor - Chelsea Hotel No. 2
"She carries a pearl in perfect condition" -- Matt 13:45-46 "The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it."
"What left a mark no longer stains" -- Not a quote, but a pretty clear allusion to Isaiah 1:18 "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow."
"We've found different ways of expressing it, and recognized the power of the media to manipulate such signs. Maybe we just have to sort of draw our fish in the sand. It's there for people who are interested. It shouldn't be there for people who aren't." -- Bono on faith, quoted in U2 at the End of the World
Insomnia sometimes makes you do wacky things. Like laying down my whole backlog of magazines and books in the living room at 3am. And a big fuck you to Ambien for not working or giving me Amnesia as a side effect. I'm all for scheduled amnesia. You can click for larger pictures if you care.
Alone with a drowned passenger's shivering child. Darling, this is only a game! How marvelous were my fancied adventures as I sat on a hard park bench pretending to be immersed in a trembling book. Around the quiet scholar, nymphets played freely, as if he were a familiar statue or part of an old tree's shadow and sheen. Once a perfect little beauty in a tartan frock, with a clatter put her heavily armed foot near me upon the bench to dip her slim bare arms into me and righten the strap of her roller skate, and I dissolved in the sun, with my book for fig leaf, as her auburn ringlets fell all over her skinned knee, and the shadow of leaves I shared pulsated and melted on her radiant limb next to my chameleonic cheek. Another time a red-haired school girl hung over me in the metro, and a revelation of axillary russet I obtained remained in my blood for weeks. I could list a great number of these one-sided diminutive romances. Some of them ended in a rich flavor of hell. It happened for instance that from my balcony I would notice a lighted window across the street and what looked like a nymphet in the act of undressing before a co-operative mirror. Thus isolated, thus removed, the vision acquired an especially keen charm that made me race with all speed toward my lone gratification. But abruptly, fiendishly, the tender pattern of nudity I had adored would be transformed into the disgusting lamp-lit bare arm of a man in his underclothes reading his paper by the open window in the hot, damp, hopeless summer night.
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
text: Neil Gaiman. Photo.
+ Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman -- Live from New York City
+ Gettin' Wet with Sara Benincasa: NEIL GAIMAN + AMANDA PALMER
+ Beat on the Street: Who Needs Love When There’s Amanda Palmer Cartoon Recaps?
+ Amanda sings The Cure's "In Between Days"
+ Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer at Chapters: "Fake Plastic Trees"
Thanks [R], for the post inspiration.
I'm no prude but if I had a kid and she or him asked me to buy an Action Comics, I hope I could buy it without having to stop to think "Hey, I better look through this Superman comic book just in case there are some Kryptonians caught fucking in this very special issue".
Jeff Buckley: Lover, You Should've Come Over/live
My Favorite Trailers from this year's E3
Laid Off Chronicles: end-of-month-2. Accomplishments: A vacation away from Texas. Spending precious time with my bff and her roomates. Before my trip I'd just watched "The Hunt For Red October" and remembered how much I liked it. So you can imagine the glee in my eyes when I saw a submarine park next to the highway on our way out of Portsmouth. This is a bookmark for myself and my friends of random things I remember from the trip: Santarpios, the "Don't Stop Believing" sing-a-long, Nat 2.0 picture finally made a reality, regressing to mall rat mode, Orange Julius, "UP", The impromptu random funny parts from movies we like festival! (Two of the submissions came from Hot Rod: "Babe" + "Dance" ). That one girl who said "So do you want to be in a Rachel sandwhich?. Hotdogs. "I Know What I like!". Beating Rachel at Scrabble and Uno on my iphone during our car ride. Score!