Pure Imagination
Just watched The Prestige again and I can count on one hand the number of film adaptations that completely outshine their book counterparts. This is #1 and is also one of my favorite Nolan films.
Reading about sound to color synesthesia, which explains so much about my brain, although I’ve stopped saying “that Sam Cooke song is green” aloud. Not crazy. Whew!
The Science of Deduction, pt. 1
The head, heart, hand.
What could it possibly mean?
Breathe in dust,
let it settle.
And then out comes
ideas, dreams, hopes.
Just a bit of theology to tide over until
maybe, just maybe, the scope of it all
won’t humble, trouble you any longer.
What are you trying to say and
where are you looking?
Answers?
You are never sure if the wrong ones follow you home.
The right ones like to dodge, skip, jump and elude you.
You read and think, theorize, wonder and yet…
And yet, you don’t know where you are and
what you’re doing at all.
Frustrating, inevitable, home is a concept of your
state of mind. So, in conclusion, you don’t have one.
You have many.
But if you listen to yourselves, you only want
the one found in someone else’s soul,
head, heart, hand.
Doctor Who, season 2!
”The Impossible Planet” and “The Satan Pit” is the creepiest Doctor Who two-part episode, but it’s cool because the concept has philosophy!
npr:
It certainly didn’t come up short. -Savy
‘tit Rəx made its way through the Marigny Saturday evening with the theme “Napoleon Ave. Complex.” The mini floats are a nod to the childhood practice of transforming a shoe box into a float by decorating it with toys and leftover beads from Mardi Gras.
I miss you so, awesome city. We shall meet again in better times.
Solace of Nighttime Losing
I need the the middle of the world.
Too curious and everything holds the best and worst.
I want it all.
But mostly, I want the glow of your solid walls,
your bleeding veins, your empathy.
Words are like coal,
the soot in all your cracks,
the ash in my circumference.
I need the dust to settle in my marrow.
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Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes lived long enough (1841-1935) to shake hands with both John Quincy Adams (b. 1767) and a young John F. Kennedy (d. 1963). One man, says Kottke, “spanning 200 years of American history.
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- ‘Rasputin Was My Neighbor’ And Other True Tales Of Time Travel (via npr)
(via npr)
Mice, drinking and shaggable tourists.
Today started out badly. Finding another roommate is like looking for the perfect grain of sugar in a bowl full of, well, sugar. This is a crap metaphor because I’m in the last stages of drunkish and slipping into hungover. So, there was an event for the NYC Artists group from Meetup.com at the 11th Street bar. The bar is really cool. I need to go back indefinitely. I got sidetracked by a really cool dude from Liverpool for about 3 hours and then after possibly missing out on a great time, (I’ve got morals-I don’t poach. Ever), I get home, chug water, and then I hear insistent scratching near my room’s baseboards. That was 4 hours ago and I now can’t sleep and am watching NY1. What the hell. But at least I’m not depressed. Freaked out by the mice, but not depressed. Woo.
