December 2011
46 posts
“Without music life would be a mistake”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via talkativolive)
the most fucked up thing i've read in a while, →
christian re-constructivist, congressman, and lunatic Ron Paul publicly announces and defends his belief that gay sex should result in the death penalty. ironically he thinks the world would function better on biblical law, yet endorses federal constitutional rights such as the right to bear arms. obviously a huge wing-nut, he thinks global warming is a hoax, that human life begins at conception,...
i relish in these moments of domesticity,
c and i decide to install the fire alarm i got her for christmas. sure laugh, but it is a romantic gift that screams, “i don’t want you to die, specifically in a fire!” but before we begin drilling holes into the ceiling, we smoke a smidgen of pot via some lacross tweezers. while i am holding a kitchen chair and c is squirreling around with some screws, her telephone rings...
eggspectations: the restaurant,
e: what the hell? eggspectations, how cheesy is that? and what is with the jester and the egg?
r: it’s humpty-dumpty.
e: there’s no jester in that, just all the king’s horses and all the king’s men…
r: oh well! adjust your expectations because this place is crap!
“People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed,...”
– Audrey Hepburn (via quote-book)
merry mythology,
christmas is kind of misinforming, as well as most other things in life. t’is the season to be tacky, fuck-la-la-la-la-LA-LA-LA-LA.
offending for the betterment of the household...
m: you know those little porcelain creepy figurines that were in the cabinet?
e: okay…
m: she removed them the very next day, after you commented on how creepy they were.
e: i did?
m: yeah, and i’m glad too, because i couldn’t tell her that.
e: i can’t believe i did that, i don’t even remember what they look like.
m: and then she said that my glass elephant was...
“Objects left in the ocean lose their hard edges and are broken up into...”
– Excerpt from The Rarest of The Rare by Diane Ackerman.
effervescent with life,
i imagine this has happened,
are you able to donate some canned foods for our food drive? um, all i have is some canned maraschino cherries. well, i don’t think the less fortunate are going to be needing garnish for their cocktails.
“Anthropologists like Jonathan Friedman argue that ancient slavery was really...”
– Excerpt from David Graeber’s Fragments of An Anarchist Anthropology.
Have thought, still think, and always will find the amount of time we spend working our lives away completely absurd. You don’t need to work 9-5, 5 days a week at a shitty non-essential office job in order to survive,...
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately about whether there’s any way to describe beauty...”
– on the mind of the creator of one of my most visited art blogs i’m revolting.
the most accurate description of beauty i have ever read.
“Only one thing remains infinitely fascinating to me: the mystery of moods. To be...”
– Oscar Wilde (via natalieenne)
conversations from the nativity scene,
“jesus is already missing?” “he is?” “yeah, he is gone.” “maybe he was never there.”
if i had a christmas list, it would go like this,
things i would like but don’t really need:
-tongue rake
-thermos
List of demands: that growing up be slightly less...
From the Esty Blog; Gift Guide for the Broken Ones.
“There’s a moment we’ve lost, historians say, when we turned away from thinking things could be improved through action and art and instead began to rely on psychic realignment — as though what’s making us unhappy is ourselves, and not the failing structures of this vicious unrelenting world.”
“For you’re the reason I don’t...
“There would appear to be no society which does not see human life as...”
– A snippet from Fragments of An Anarchist Anthropology by David Graeber.
i want to enjoy the sweet simple pleasures of...
like taking bubble baths, and drinking wine in the bath, and reading books while drinking wine in the bath.
words of wisdom from the lips of a questionably...
r: what self respecting restaurant doesn’t have a bar? what happy meal doesn’t come with beer?
i once thought i was once a granule of sand, but...
abstract art is like, taking a nice stroll down an empty beach and really becoming aware of the sand, sand granules, and pondering how many granules there must be on this one beach alone, and then how many pieces of sand exist in the whole world, and thinking maybe you were once sand (a grain of sand amongst all the other little sand particles), and you feel super connected and understanding of...
hear my beaten heart exclaim: silence will not... →
creativedreadhead:
words from poet, warrior audre lorde
I was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you…. What are the words you do not yet have? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by…
“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
– Sylvia Plath (via languagemagic)
a thing i noticed (how people look at art),
to the ignorant semi-art-admirer, a splash of colour and an obscure image is what catches their attention. something akin to the manufactured art of homesense, oh the simplistic beauty of elusiveness! i don’t get it. why? they could make that shit themselves, and yet it is what they spend money on. i don’t want to target-market my art, ever, but what an easy route that is, to make and...
i have this effect on people,
c: when i hear your voice, it just makes me not want to do anything.
e: oh great, thanks!
c: i mean, when you are around i just want to go to sleep.
e: i’m so insulted!
c: why?
e: “oh emily, your presence makes me stagnant,” this is essentially what you are saying to me.
c: it is a good thing.
“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness...”
– Fernando Pessoa (via periferie)
this sounds like the ultimate gemini horoscope.
“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive...”
– Paul Bowles (via natalieenne)
the woes of being a child, the woes of being a...
there are so many things, little things that accumulate into bigger things, that can go wrong between a mother and her child.
and there is no way to prevent this. there is no way to avoid messing up your child. just by inviting one into this world you’ve already made a mistake. a precious, beautiful, lovely, little, soon-to-resent you mistake. and even after that, you continue to...
vensohowlie:Close to You - The John Butler Trio
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