nocturnes:
i expected to feel the fx of the moon this weekend—and i did—but i also felt ghosts and tree stumps (the sexiness of a cut tree) and a lot of swords and they all felt pretty great, too. and now i'm looking forward to sleep bookended by breakfasts.
you look accordingly skeptical
the correct term would be fucked up:
lookin at:
adjoun.nl
astronomers hopeful of detecting extra-terrestrial life
beach house - zebra
beautiful darling
california protects apollo 11 landing site on moon
dinosaur had ginger feathers
emotional signals cross cultures
happiness revisited: does money make us happy after all?
how to whip up the perfect frothy frog meringue nest
jennifer doyle - difficulty, part 1: deceptive forms of simplicity
jenny holzer - temporary tattoos
malafor - blow sofa
michael landy: perfecting the art of destruction
new york doll
obama cancels moon return project
sceptics stage homeopathy overdose
supersized monarch butterflies evolved to fly far
thatcher on 28-egg diet ahead of 1979 election
word is out
world's most famous unseen diamond
listenin to:
brilliant colors
caribou
carla morrison
c90s
goldfrapp
lali puna - remember
silk flowers
stephin merritt - not one of us
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"Oh, Renoir"—it sounds like "au revoir." It sounds like the exclamation of a sculpture connoisseur! Together, it sounds like a farewell to bloated artistic declarations.
"A Journal"—A locked and flowery journal written in by a twelve-year-old girl. A scholarly journal. ((As s)cholar.) The combination of which—twelve-year-old girl scholar—seems apt enough, if not particularly apt, of describing the mental trappings of so many of our college-educated twenty-something peers. An eagerness in the wrong direction. Knowledge funneled through inexperience. Curiosity will kill our cool cats. Really, this is a sketchbook.
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