gingersnaps

Bret and Jermaine have decided to end Flight of the Conchords.

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 14:59:12 -0600

Bret and Jermaine have decided to end Flight of the Conchords.:

thebronzemedal:

Say it ain’t so!

Brrrr!

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:53:13 -0600

Brrrr!

tylerriewer: Check out the buttons I got at last night’s...

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 10:04:03 -0500

tylerriewer:

Check out the buttons I got at last night’s food-themed Wordstock kickoff party. So great.

"There we were in the vaulted tunnel running, You in your going-away coat speeding ahead And me, me..."

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 17:43:45 -0500

“

There we were in the vaulted tunnel running,
You in your going-away coat speeding ahead
And me, me then like a fleet god gaining
Upon you before you turned to a reed

Or some new white flower japped with crimson
As the coat flapped wild and button after button
Sprang off and fell in a trail
Between the Underground and the Albert Hall.

Honeymooning, moonlighting, late for the Proms,
Our echoes die in that corridor and now
I come as Hansel came on the moonlit stones
Retracing the path back, lifting the buttons

To end up in a draughty lamplit station
After the trains have gone, the wet track
Bared and tensed as I am, all attention
For your step following and damned if I look back.

”

- Seamus Heaney, The Underground (via thebronzemedal)

Favorite Sesame Street Skits:

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 11:24:20 -0500

sherry:

Socks and the City
30 Rocks
Law & Order: Special Letters Unit

This private bar in Kansas City I’ve always wanted to go...

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 03:04:54 -0500

This private bar in Kansas City I’ve always wanted to go to….tonight I stumbled down a staircase to a boat themed awesome haven.

"DISCO NAP: sleeping when ya got something goin’ later on that you need to get ready for. “i was..."

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 09:56:34 -0500

“DISCO NAP:
sleeping when ya got something goin’ later on that you need to get ready for.
“i was about to go to the club, but i needed a disco nap to feel refreshed.””

- now ya know what it’s called. (via superdoofus-stratodrive)

operationfailure: geekwithswag: apollosraven: via pvp Yes.....

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:03:44 -0500

operationfailure:

geekwithswag:

apollosraven:

via pvp

Yes.. so would I.

"when i make a photograph i make love"

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 14:00:14 -0500

“when i make a photograph i make love”

- alfred stieglitz (via whatsupstairs)

reconnoitre: beautifulordinaire: Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave...

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:07:26 -0500

reconnoitre:

beautifulordinaire:

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light. I’m thinking My plant, his chair, the ashtray that we bought together. I’m thinking This is where we live. When we were little we made houses out of cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly, my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it’s getting cold. We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. The lawn is drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room. I’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We’ve read the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen. The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt. And then it’s gone. Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all in Heaven. But there’s a litany of dreams that happens somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor. A page of the book where we transcend the story of our lives, past the taco stands and record stores. Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one. We have been very brave, we have wanted to know the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes. The dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstretched arms. Our Father who art in Heaven. Our Father who art buried in the yard. Someone is digging your grave right now. Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said, so think of the wind, so happy, so warm. It’s a fairy tale, the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished halls, lightning here and gone. We make these ridiculous idols so we can pray to what’s behind them, but what happens after we get up the ladder? Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it? Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here’s the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next? The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right through if the skin wasn’t trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn’t the kingdom then I don’t know what is. So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields? Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets? I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters kept smudging as I wrote them: the hunter’s heart, the hunter’s mouth, the trees and the trees and the spaces between the trees, swimming in gold. The words frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere. I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have swallowed him up, they said. It’s beautiful, it really is. I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube…We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Richard Silken, Snow and Dirty Rain

crushes: boy, You are the peanut butter to my jelly. The Bert to my Ernie. The honey to my bee. —...

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:01:48 -0500

crushes:

boy,

You are the peanut butter to my jelly. The Bert to my Ernie. The honey to my bee.

— girl

"I suppose I’m proudest of my novels for what’s imagined in them,"

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:01:08 -0500

““I suppose I’m proudest of my novels for what’s imagined in them,””

- John Irving (via whatsupstairs)

how to get your girlfriend to be on board with you going to a strip club in 1 easy step

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 13:29:00 -0500

ragbag:

1. refer to the stripper as an ecdysiast, just as the ancient greeks might have. thus:

YOUR GIRLFRIEND: where have you been all night smelling like musk and dressed in those umbro® shorts?

YOU: seeing a professional ecdysiast.

YOUR GIRLFRIEND: i see, now let me do my best to relieve your epididymal hypertension.

previously.

"When you hug me, my heart is so happy that it beats at the rythm of the earth."

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 17:43:23 -0500

“When you hug me, my heart is so happy that it beats at the rythm of the earth.”

- Capucine (via capucha)

operationfailure: Elliott Smith - Grand Mal From I Guess I’m...

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 12:28:09 -0500

operationfailure:

Elliott Smith - Grand Mal

From I Guess I’m Floating

“While editing some photos this morning, Dave (from The Rawking Refuses To Stop) tweeted about a new Elliott Smith track surfacing from the depths of (what could be) hundreds of unreleased Smith songs/demos. “Grand Mal” was recorded while compiling XO and even though it has been tucked away from the world for over a decade, posthumous leaks are as close to new Smith tunes as one can get.

Of course, “Grand Mal” isn’t without interesting history and facts. There were two versions of the song recorded (one slow, one fast), with Elliott frustratingly claiming “Forget it, now it’s too fast..” at the end of this version. He must’ve have been fed up with the tune enough to scrap it all together, especially considering the early working album title for XO was actually Grand Mal. The track fits in perfectly with Smith’s XO era, which is never a bad thing!”

"I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave,..."

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 15:31:21 -0500

“I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.”

- Miranda July (via owlie)

operationfailure: nickmaynard: QUESTION:What makes comic books great literature? LEVAR...

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 13:27:51 -0500

operationfailure:

nickmaynard:

QUESTION:
What makes comic books great literature?

LEVAR BURTON:
People ask me all the time, because I did Reading Rainbow on PBS for 25 years, “How do I get my kids to read?” And I say, “Find something that they’re passionate about.” If it’s comic books that they want to read, then buy them comic books, for goodness sakes. Comic books are good literature and, like science fiction, they have a tendency to really draw us toward that part of ourselves that imagines that which we create.

I’m one of those people that believes that there was some kid back in the 1960s watching Star Trek, and he kept seeing Captain Kirk pull out this communicator and flip it open – and that kid grew up and became an engineer, a designer of products, and we now have a device that is more common than the toaster. How many flip phones do you see on a daily basis? That which we imagine is what we tend to manifest in third dimension – that’s what human beings do, we are manifesting machines. The metaphor of a man who has an external electronic device, something man-made that serves him and somehow serves humanity, and that he becomes so aligned with that device, with the power of that device, that at one point he can discard it – I think that’s a real metaphor for the human journey. One day we won’t need a transporter device to get from one place to another. And it begins with the wheel and then migrates through airplanes to some future technology that we can’t produce yet but we can imagine. Imagination is really the key part of the human journey, it’s the key to the process of manifesting what our heart’s desire is.

When I was a kid, it was comic books that pointed me in that direction and from comic books I went to science fiction literature, which is still one of my most favorite genres of literature to read. Don’t underestimate the power of comics and what they represent for us and how they inform us on the journey of being human – because it’s powerful. It’s very powerful. They give us permission to contemplate what’s possible. And in this world, in this universe, there’s nothing that is not possible. If you can dream it, you can do it.

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=22629

I have a hot date tonight.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 17:31:13 -0500

reconnoitre:

with my laundry.

"I know what men think of you, that you’re looking for a husband, and you’re fun. And not in that..."

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 20:49:16 -0500

“I know what men think of you, that you’re looking for a husband, and you’re fun. And not in that order.”

- Peggy Olson (Elisabeth Moss)

Mad Men
(via operationfailure)

"For as long as I can remember, I’ve experienced the same physiological reaction when reading the..."

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 11:21:00 -0500

“For as long as I can remember, I’ve experienced the same physiological reaction when reading the very last page of a book: my peripheral field of vision narrows, my heart rate increases significantly, and I involuntarily clench my jaw.”

- Cosmopsis, on finishing a book. She titled the post “Liminal states,” so I looked up “liminality” and found one of those words that opens the world wide to you, that seems to map out a territory one knew existed but one could not conjure or comprehend, but only experience mutely:

Liminality (from the Latin word līmen, meaning “a threshold”) is a psychological, neurological, or metaphysical subjective, conscious state of being on the “threshold” of or between two different existential planes… The liminal state is characterized by ambiguity, openness, and indeterminacy.

(1) How I’ve lived for so long without regularly using this word is a mystery; (2) I will use it far too much in the near future; (3) her description of finishing a book is precisely right. Sometimes I start to race through the sentences so quickly I lose whole phrases, even if there’s little narrative tension to the words.

Finishing a book is a remarkable feeling; it has no analogue that I know.
(via mills)