i want this
- as a mural on my wall
- as a framed and lighted painting
- as a screen printed afghan
- as a shower curtin
- and last but not least a book of this image as stamps
Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el día en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a sí mismos una y otra vez.
- Gabriel García Márquez (March 6, 1927-April 17th, 2014)
[human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves]
Angela Lansbury officially becomes Dame
hail hail my queen
(Source: rte.ie, via aspiringpolymath)
The Magnificent Andersons: the brand new issue of Bright Wall/Dark Room Magazine, devoted entirely to the films of Wes Anderson and Paul Thomas Anderson, is now available! Visit Bright Wall/Dark Room for more!
Radar has a superhero persona, created by my friend Brandi and me: the Scrambler: a well-intentioned hero of incredible strength who bursts on the scene to saves the day but makes a huge mess in the process.
“Help us, Scrambler!” the people cry, on the precipice of some terrible disaster.
“Scrambler, no!” they cry again, as he knocks them over the edge with his enthusiasm and good intentions.
- Elisabets: Choice Horses and Bad Dogs by Elisabeth Geier (aka whathappened)
My latest column is about how my bad dog keeps me alive.
On Sundays I take the dogs for a long walk around the neighborhood and look at houses up for sale. My favorite one lately is a light pink midcentury ranch just around the corner, one block down from where we live. Through the wide front window I can see built-in cabinets in the dining room that will display my knick-knacks perfectly. There’s a fenced back yard and a small garden shed painted the same shade of pink.
Neighbors out for their own Sunday walks laugh when they overhear me talking to the dogs:
"What about this house? Do you like this house? When are you going to get a job and buy me this house?"
My job barely covers rent for our basement apartment with concrete floors. On Friday night, my debit card was rejected at a pizza-by-the-slice place; yesterday, I sent my dad an e-mail with the subject line I’m sorry, I’m trying. Home ownership will never be in the cards, and so it has become an obsession, the impossible dream of a house, no shared walls or footsteps overhead.
The For Sale sign says there’s a finished basement complete with a bar, and photos reveal a little wood-paneled bedroom with built-in bunk beds, like sleeping quarters on a ship. I see the dogs stacked in these bunks like sailors, retiring to their cabin after a long day at sea, the sea being life in our little pink house, rearranging dishes on shelves, reading on the screened-in porch, a midafternoon romp in a yard of our own, garden tools and miscellaneous hardware in the shed, the gentle roll and sway of staying put.
Jordan Jesse Go! and Stop Podcasting Yourself LIVE in the Pacific Northwest!
April 25th - Portland
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I heard she got a shelter dog, a rescue cat, a theremin, a moped, a bicycle. She joined a car share, a noise punk band, a church, a co-op garden.
- Everything Ever by Alice Lee (aka bearhatalice)
I wrote about how I always have the exact same conversations with my friends and how I love that. Please read it!
Required Reading, 4/7/2014
Episode 3: Rebecca Schiff & Leslie Jamison -
First, some musings: How much of a book can be bad and the book is still good? How many pages of picking up speed would you ask your friends to slog through to get to a book you really loved? How much of books I read ten years ago do I really remember? These questions, and more, are posed in the…
The Catapult is my new favorite podcast (and my favorite new podcast). HIGHLY RECOMMENDED if you enjoy contemporary creative writing of all genres and hearing writers’ work in their own voices. Plus a charming host, to boot!