A Crookeder Me

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Sun, 19 May 2013 12:02:24 -0400

nprmusic: The thing about Nick, Brian and me, the one thing...

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:02:35 -0400

The thing about Nick, Brian and me, the one thing that hasn’t changed, is that you couldn’t get a more awkward, shy and strange threesome on the casual level — and then when we hit the stage, it’s explosive.

—Yeah Yeah Yeahs on Weekend Edition today. Hear the entire interview.

nevver: Calvin and Hobbes

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:02:17 -0400

nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:02:33 -0400

humansofnewyork: “You don’t need to go to India to escape...

Wed, 15 May 2013 12:02:14 -0400

humansofnewyork:

“You don’t need to go to India to escape materialism. If you want to escape materialism, quit being materialistic.”

explore-blog: A breakdown of cat owners’s thoughts by Wendy...

Tue, 14 May 2013 12:02:26 -0400

explore-blog:

A breakdown of cat owners’s thoughts by Wendy MacNaughton.

nevver: The Arrival

Mon, 13 May 2013 12:02:35 -0400

nevver:

The Arrival

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Sun, 12 May 2013 12:02:25 -0400

Different views of Picadilly Circus by George Hyde-Pownall

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:02:24 -0400

Different views of Picadilly Circus by George Hyde-Pownall

theartofanimation: Maja Wrońska

Fri, 10 May 2013 12:02:13 -0400

theartofanimation:

Maja Wrońska

humansofnewyork: Kapoww!

Thu, 09 May 2013 12:02:16 -0400

humansofnewyork:

Kapoww!

"Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar..."

Wed, 08 May 2013 12:02:21 -0400

“Twelve o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Half-past one,
The street-lamp sputtered,
The street-lamp muttered,
The street-lamp said, “Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin.”

The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.

Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
“Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.”
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
I could see nothing behind that child’s eye.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
“Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smooths the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.”
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.

The lamp said,
“Four o’clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.”

The last twist of the knife.”

- T.S. Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night (via missing-synapse)

theanimalblog: Fox in Sundown. Photo by rob_janne

Tue, 07 May 2013 12:02:31 -0400

theanimalblog:

Fox in Sundown. Photo by rob_janne

torrilla: Rose Forde: The charming and talented @twhiddleston...

Mon, 06 May 2013 12:02:21 -0400

torrilla:

Rose Forde: The charming and talented @twhiddleston on the front cover of @FlauntMagazine in @WorldMcQueen out now, styled by me! pic.twitter.com/Yv9MBaivWj

Tom Gauld | On Tumblr.

Sun, 05 May 2013 12:02:28 -0400

Tom Gauld | On Tumblr.

nevver: Wish you were here

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:02:23 -0400

nevver:

Wish you were here

“We interrupt this program to bring you…Courage the Cowardly...

Fri, 03 May 2013 12:02:18 -0400

“We interrupt this program to bring you…Courage the Cowardly Dog Show, starring Courage, the cowardly dog! Abandoned as a pup, he was found by Muriel, who lives in the middle of nowhere with her husband, Eustace Bagge. But creepy stuff happens in Nowhere. It’s up to Courage to save his new home!”

life: Martin, Lewis and germ warfare — not an April Fools...

Thu, 02 May 2013 12:02:21 -0400

life:

Martin, Lewis and germ warfare — not an April Fools joke.

nprfreshair: Happy Monday! (aka The day when that it feels like...

Wed, 01 May 2013 12:02:33 -0400

nprfreshair:

Happy Monday! (aka The day when that it feels like 6:30am all day long.)

My Modern Met:

Over the course of one year, photographer Robert Weingarten took a picture of the sky, sea, and city from the same position overlooking Santa Monica Bay at 6:30 AM.

"From some unknown person who probably has brains & modesty in about equal proportions."

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:02:26 -0400

“From some unknown person who probably has brains & modesty in about equal proportions.”

- Mark Twain’s snarky comments on the audacious letters he received and the height of his career. (via explore-blog)