Song Selections by Jenny
+ Videos of the “LOST in Paris” Event
I Love the way they introduced the actors and Evie speaking French. Sexy!
+ "There's No Place Like Home, part 1" Ending Score
Icon sources 1,2,3,4
+ Michio Kaku on Time Travel
+ Micheal Giacchino: Lost soundtrack "Life And Death"
+ Life and Death (piano)
+ "There’s No Place Like Home"
Sinead O Connor: Dark I Am Yet Lovely
art is my car. art is that BMW car ad. art is the key that opens my
door. art is what you live with. art is my computer. art is the born
again christian with the megaphone outside. art is the design of the
broken air conditioning unit in this room. art is there to remind me.
art is how I feel sometimes. and not others. art is watching a piece of
work be endlessly reproduced and take on incredible twists and turns
and radiance and beauty. art is the stuff critics can't do.
J. G. Ballard
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out…
— A Tale of Two Cities [ via ]
Rachael Yamagata: Sunday Afternoon/live
mp3 of the first two songs: "Elephants" & "Be, Be Your Love"
Leonard Cohen, Book Of Mercy, #29
Bless the Lord, O my soul, who made you a singer in his holy house forever, who has given you a tongue like the wind, and a heart like the sea, who has journeyed you from generation to generation to this impeccable moment of sweet bewilderment. Bless the Lord who has surrounded the traffic of human interest with the majesty of his law, who has given a direction to the falling leaf, and a goal to the green shoot. Tremble, my soul, before the one who creates good and evil, that a man may choose among worlds; and tremble before the furnace of light in which you are formed and to which you return, until the time when he suspends his light and withdraws into himself, and there is no world, and there is no soul anywhere. Bless the one who judges you with his strap and his mercy, who covers with a million years of dust those who say, I have not sinned. Gather me, O my soul, around your longing, and from your eternal place inform my homelessness, that I may bring you forth and husband you, and make the day a throne for your activity, and the night a tower for your watchfulness, and all my time your just dominion. Sing, my soul, to the one who moves like music, who comes down like steps of lightning, who widens space with the thought of his name, who returns like death, deep and intangible, to his own absence and his own glory. Bless the Lord, O my soul, draw down the blessing of authority, that you may invite me to uncover you, and hold you precious till I’m worn away, and we are refreshed, soul and shadow, refreshed and rested like a sundial standing in the night. Bless the Lord, O my soul, cry out toward his mercy, cry out with tears and song and every instrument, stretch yourself toward the undivided glory which he established merely as his footstool, when he created forever, and he made it-is-finished, and he signed the foundations of unity, and polished the atoms of love to shine back beams and paths and gates of return. Bless the Lord, O my soul. Bless his name forever.
+ Nick Cave: From Her To Eternity from Wings of Desire
+ Wings of Desire Trailer
By Chip Kidd used with permission. Thanks Mr. Kidd
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Singer
Okkervil River - Singer Songwriter
+ Wired:Chip Kidd's Batman Fandom Gets Arty in Bat-Manga
+ Good is Dead: Chip @ NYCC `09 for Salon
ULTIMATE WOLVERINE VS. HULK #4 Written by DAMON LINDELOF
A girl: I don't want her to come back and still be sad inside. Even if she is, I don't think I want to know. That's faith, right? Believing in the things you can't see, and the things you can't disprove.
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