And now. . .
rdlt: Edmund Dulac’s The Real Princess.
I posted this before, my very first month here back in ‘07, but this picture is better quality. It’s very Vuillard-like, isn’t it?
Edit: Find
When skimming through a book or a paper for a section or a line I want, I try to click “find” in my nonexistent book-browser. I remind myself, it’s not there, but then 30 seconds later when I still can’t find the passage, I try to click it again.
Technology, what have you done to me?
Patti Page - These Things I Offer You
Her humming shakes my keyboard in a very nice way.
andrew bird cover (via thisrecording)
Oh No.
(I want to reblog everything from this tumblog, but I occasionally know how to restrain myself.)
It’s always fun to see how people hold their hands as they play the piano. I think I hold my hands in more of a Chico Marx manner.
A long-playing full shot is what always separates the men from the boys. Anybody can make movies with a pair of scissors and a two-inch lens.
— Orson Welles
(via thisrecording)


