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And now. . .
“ There’s the girl that left me bitter. Want to pay some other girl to just walk up to her and hit her. But I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t! I can’t just hit her! I want to, but I can’t I can’t I can’t!
of Montreal
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?
“ Tennessee’s life was a nightmare, a total nightmare; and I don’t think you’ll ever wake up. You really don’t want to spend years with those people, his people… . His life was one long suicide. He dragged people down in the gutter with him, and I’m afraid he’ll drag you too.
Katharine Hepburn, advising A. Scott Berg to not write a book about Tennesse Williams
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Patti Page - These Things I Offer You
Her humming shakes my keyboard in a very nice way.
Despite not considering for a second that Karl Malden could still be alive, I am saddened by his death.
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
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