October 2009
60 posts
“Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy those...”
– Rochefoucauld (again)
September 2009
199 posts
“The question of the artist versus the ambulance driver, I’ve come to...”
– Al Burian, Burn Collector #9
Cancel the order.
If I could feel the blisters from where I had been burned, I wrote of snow, or glaciers. If the blood would not stop flowing I wrote of stones. What seemed mundane or fey was almost assuredly a salve against something grievous or debilitating. Cheap voodoo. Tawdry prayers. I wrote of his absence by writing of crowds. Every mention of a bird was my screaming to be able to walk again.
People...
The Avett Brothers - Ill With Want
What you have...
The Avett Brothers - January Wedding
She knows...
The Avett Brothers - Head Full of Doubt, Road Full...
The Avett Brothers - The Perfect Space
I want to...
The Avett Brothers - Kick Drum Heart
It’s...
The Avett Brothers - And It Spread
Oh God,...
It is now that I post a billion new Avett Brothers...
… and the bees made honey in the...
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not;...”
– Calvin Coolidge
That is why I do not stop until someone lets me touch their angel cakes.
The Mountain Goats - The Sign (Ace of Base cover,...
Yeats week continues here on WCKBF.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
—Yeats
WatchWhat about men, O wise and benevolent Tyra?
Men can has smize?
MEN CAN HAS SMIZE!
[I have been unreasonably obsessed with this whole non-phenomenon since she invented it in her batshit crazy freakbrain. There is a part of me (this is the part that has seen every ‘cycle’ of America’s Next Top Model) that is both horrified by and semi-reverent of Tyra Banks. I imagine...
I have begun to long for you, I who have no need.
...
Aw, Quimby's, you so flattering, girl. Oh my... →
This is why you always write your own ad copy. An 11,000 word plea for release from the constraints of a life bleached of color and a palate that only tastes ash or something like that would have been nice, but their description of Rosario Dawson Loves Me #1 as “fan fiction” is still semi-accurate.
Anyhow, it’s at Quimby’s, and I love Quimby’s and you should...
“Life: You can’t win. You just get more people in your car.”
– Roxanne “Santa Sketch” Shiflet
What The Chocolate Glaze Did
risebeatrice:
I couldn’t help but reflect on my being alone this afternoon and cooking for myself and making myself dessert and how lovely it would be to just even be granted half an hour to do this for someone I’m in love with. This musn’t be misinterpreted as loneliness. I don’t think I’m anywhere near that concept yet. There is, however, a fine line between loneliness and wistfulness and...
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“I have ability. I have no hesitation in saying it, as for what purpose should I...”
– Francois duc de la Rochefoucauld
A side note:
Anyone who uses the term ouroboros or any variant of ouroboros in a sentence I happen to read immediately goes on the marriage list, which isn’t a real list but a thing I made up which most people who know me wouldn’t be at all surprised if it turned out actually existed and was kept carefully wrapped in linen in one of my many desk drawers and I sometimes take it out late at night...
I'll do you one better, sir, and post the whole...
Jimmy Choo for H&M Is Basically Zara for Sluts
Why does anyone ever do capsule lines? Expensive clothes aren’t just expensive because “you’re paying for that little tag and brand recognition and that’s it blablablalblablablalblabla.” Granted, some of it is pure hype, like how Prada still mysteriously exists when it’s boring and shoddily made and has...
Damn. That made me cry tears from my eyeholes.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
— Yeats
People I want to marry #241:
Julie Klausner.
For reasons why, you can click on any of the links on that page or just read her Cougar Town recap, which is perfect. Also, she is really cute without being hot, which, as we all know, is what I find hot.
Dibs. Dibs on Julie Klausner.
WatchI will always enjoy Chromeo. I can’t help myself.
