LEGITIMATELY THE FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD Also, while you watch please cast your mind to that scene in Miller’s Crossing.
I wonder what I will do with myself now. I’d like to avoid mediocrity if I can. Misty felt that life was a battle. You had to fight and think. You had to hack your way through life with your intelligence as a machete cutting down what obstacles you could. You were born knowing nothing: [...]
I’m amused that nobody seems at all to hear the voiceover commenting on manufactured vs. organic intrigue. I think that says it all about what passes for style these days, doesn’t it. (via Beach Black)
People always give me tons of shit for being a snob. Not snob like they love me at the country club, but snob like I’ll call you an animal when you’ve got more than 2 tbs. of ketchup on the sidelines of your dinner plate. Meanwhile, I’ve got like “The Idiot’s Guide to the Middle [...]
I have this thing for Peter Sellers. I mean who, with any taste at all, does not share this thing? Sellers was the king of self-erasure. He would become entirely who he was directed to be for his audience. When the audience was not sufficiently large enough–say, family, women, his children, friends–he would feel he [...]
An Iranian woman in support of Mousavi (more here). It reminds me of the painting which has become stock imagery in my brain when facing struggle. Also, it’s on the cover of a Melvin’s record.
From over the last few days, a few passages to make us think: But I think we also can consider alternative paradigms of activism that are not based on self-interest. Myself, I realise, am involved in social activism not primarily because I’m fighting for my rights and I want this and I want that, but [...]
Barbie just got Ken’s name tattooed on her ass. What’s amazing is that Barbie has been cultivated as a “woman” who is so fucking fabulous, with a CV so epic it might rival the bible in length, that her joi de vivre was never understood to be that tagalong eunuch she had on the side. [...]
Modern American malaise is sort of all about the world being your oyster, and deeply believing you’re entitled to that oyster, and then not having a knife to shuck that shit open and getting totally fucking furious and smashing it against the nearest rock a few thousand times until you’ve pulverized the precious pearl inside [...]
Clearly we’ve just witnessed the apex of Youtube. Nick felt moved to remind me that this is “what [my] ancestors had to deal with. It’s like beirut in that car.” However Nick, I believe that my family is actually from Damour. Get it right or pay the price. (via boing boing)
It’s almost hack, but you know what I just can’t get off my mind? The psychological terror of unleashing a small swarm of mosquitoes in a room full of superrich goons at a tech conference. How mother fucking punk is Bill Gates? If authenticity holds even a sparkle of possibility in this world, undercover punks [...]
That’s me, in 1989! Already I have the twinkle of Baby Jane in my eye. Already without any hope in my heart! Adorable. But we all know that it takes a village. I was raised in a village that made mundane life seem like a series of little David Lynch films, which I can’t say [...]
My mother and I are the only broads I know who love the Pink Panther series. (It’s all youtube all the time lately. Not sorry!)