April 2012
March 2012
“Oh I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t.”
—Dylan Thomas, November or December 1936
From The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas (via liquidnight)
From The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas (via liquidnight)
okay i’m listening to one direction right now
and i’m kind of wondering why all these guys are singing about the same girl
doesn’t that get kind of awkward? i mean, if these people were singing about a real girl that would actually be really uncomfortable.
“baby, you light up my world like-“
“NOBODY ELSE. you light up MY world like nobody else.”
“No, no, no, you light up MY world, don’t listen to them”
i don’t know, maybe it’s just me but i’m really loving this mental image
i am the only person i know who actually likes candy corn
i feel kind of weird about that. i’m getting a feeling that candy corn is like the nickelback of sweets
of all things to complain about in the Hunger Games movie
why pick out jennifer lawrence’s weight
and the fact that rue and cinna are black
like seriously
there are other things you could get angry about. the movie wasn’t perfect.
it’s like eating a hamburger made of gorilla meat and complaining about how the pickles aren’t the brand that you like
she wears short skirts
i’m a satanist
she’s cheer captain and
ph’nglui mglw’nafh cthulhu r’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn
story time
this makes me laugh but no one else thinks it’s funny
too bad, i’m going to write about it anyway.
i was reading through something on a google doc that was talking about the hunger games, and then this line came up that said something about ”team Peeta fans”
and i started choking on my drink
because that’s not what Hunger Games fans call their Peeta/Katniss ship
oh ho ho no
now, what do you get when you try to make a couple name out of Peeta and Katniss?
team Peeniss
forever
A chat with my brother
- Me: Why can't I make friends?
- Ryne: Well honestly, you're not a terribly pleasant person.
I almost forgot to write about this.
Yesterday, I went to see Keith Jarrett at Disney Hall. After layout, which roughly translates to: I didn’t do my homework.
I’m still kind of shell-shocked by how good the concert was. I honestly wasn’t really expecting much of it. Ryne’s the jazz piano fan, and I kind of went along with it because I’ve been having a really weird week/month. So really, I was more excited about the fact that my mom was picking up pizza before the concert than I was about actually seeing the concert.
Which was completely idiotic, because (let me say it again) Keith Jarrett was AMAZING.
If you’ve never seen an improvisational pianist at work, your life is not complete.
Because it’s not even just the music that makes the show worth watching. Like, you sit there in those uncomfortably narrow Disney Hall seats, way too close to people who won’t stop coughing, even if the performance is going to be recorded (pet peeve grr), and when he starts playing you can’t even think about how incredibly physically uncomfortable you are.
You’re just overtaken by the kind of awe that squeezes your stomach and sends tingles down your spine; the kind I only get when I see someone create something I could never, ever hope to equal.
Right now, I can barely even remember what he played. Which is kind of weird, since I usually remember everything (an unfortunate side effect of having perfect pitch). What I really love about Keith Jarrett’s improv is that what sticks is the colors of the music he plays and the motion of the piece. His music makes an almost physical impression.
I just think all of this is so amazing, because I grew up around classical music. Ever since I was 3, I thought piano was just a really melodic instrument. Like, you can compose or play something that sounds pretty, but that’s about it. Oh man, I was so wrong.
I’m really just babbling incoherently, but it’s so hard to describe the music I listened to last night. It was just so good. I can’t live my life without seeing Keith Jarrett live again.
oh my fucking god you guys
today in art 120, my intro to design class
our professor asked us to ‘draw a picture of a creature riding a bike’ to get to know us
and when he said creature I thought he meant like, monster, that kind of thing
and about a minute in I look around
and the three other people at my table have drawn an elephant, a squirrel, and another elephant, respectively
and I’ve drawn
A HUMAN CENTIPEDE RIDING A BICYCLE
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW
Even hardcore can be cute
So the last show I went to was Miss May I at State Theater and the Guards were major dicks about the surfing so the band decided to say hey you fuckers the person we pick we want everyone in the crowd to keep him up throughout the next song and so they fished out the smallest kid I’ve ever seen at a show he must’ve only been 7 or 8
Lois Quote of the Day
- Lois Lane:
- Everyday I write the book. The book of what it's like to be married to him. The kindness. The strength. The sense of decency that radiates off him so intensely, it's almost visible. I want the world to know about him -- how he looks when he's sleeping, how he loves blueberry pancakes, but only if the berries are fresh, not frozen..and how, sometimes, in my heart of hearts, how even I still find new mysteries in him.
- Because life with Superman isn't all blueberries and light suppers on the moon.
- Sometimes it's alien invasions and mad scientists and Kryptonite poisoning. Sometimes it's having honest-to-gosh demons and wizards on you enemies list. And yet the only thing that really scares him, the only thing that ever slows him down is the thought of the people he loves getting hurt. And that's the kind of heroism people should know about.
- People should understand his example. The super-speed kisses goodbye, the snap of his capes as he takes to the air. People should know. And every day I write the book. Be a bestseller...never leave the charts, probably. But to be honest, and more than a little selfish, I share my beautiful husband with the world enough. And these things, these small things I cherish, and these huge fears I endure -- these I'm keeping for myself for awhile.
- So everyday I write the book...and every night I tear it up again.
- ~Action Comics #830
- *******
- I wrote the above...writing Lois and Clark together, how they needed each other, two titans in love, was absolutely my favorite part of writing that book.
“Woody and I had a great first meeting. I walked into his bus ti introduce myself, muttering the whole way, ‘Hi, I’m Jen. Hi, I’m Jennifer. Should I go Jen or Jennifer? Should I say I’m Katniss? No, he probably already knows that.’ So I walk my way onto the bus and the first words out of my mouth are, ‘Hey Woo-is that a sex swing!?”
—Jennifer Lawrence, in Entertainment Weekly, talking about her first time meeting co star Woody Harrelson and thinking his yoga swing hanging from the ceiling was a sex swing. (via ekline)
some people i follow, and one person in particular, write beautifully and post nice, meaningful things
and i’m sitting here wondering when my punctuation and other basic grammar skills went down the drain
“I didn’t know Katniss was going to be so fat” says the girl about fifty pounds heavier than Jennifer Lawrence waiting in line behind me at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf.
literally every day for the past almost three weeks, i’ve been staring at jennifer lawrence’s face for at least an hour a day
and i’m not even sick of it
#truelove
before anyone even starts to think about how creepy that is, i’ll have you all know that this is school-related business
