/Song of the Day/ Tor - The Dress Looks Nice on You / Make You Feel That Way
Another good mash, featuring some old school hop and some Sufjan. Kind of eerie.
Also, Josef Frank’s 125th birthday.
I want my house to be covered in his patterns someday.
This is a clip from a really unsettling film I saw last night - Dancer in the Dark. It stars Björk (a surprisingly adept actress) and is really strange and disturbing and wonderful. I cried a lot at the end, which is saying something, because I don’t really cry. Also it was over two hours long, and I managed to sit still through the entireity of it, which also speaks volumes.
I think my long-lost indie hall friends will enjoy this especially. Go check it out for free here.
My dog’s new favorite thing: The Pawbender from Goodtimes Burgers & Custard.
It’s dog-safe vanilla custard with dog biscuits and peanut butter inside. For a dollar!
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
Land Camera and Fuji 100c packfilm are my favorite lately.
Janelle Monáe — “Tightrope (Wonda Mix)”
feat. B.O.B. and Lupe Fiasco
(via jakelodwick)
This shit’s hot.
This is obviously not my child (my friend Rae’s), but it kinda makes me want one or something. In the worst way.
My dear friend Ethan brought this to my attention.
There isn’t much more to say. Besides “thank you,” obviously.
\Song of the Day\ Patty Griffin - Sweet Lorraine
Been kicking it old school (high school) lately.
Because Catherine moved back to Massachusetts today and I miss her already. :(
\Song of the Day\ Lissie - Needle Starts to Fall
The next Neko?
Once when I was at summer camp, I threw a toad in a girl named Margeaux’s shower.
