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Apr 27

“Nature is a void. An emptiness. A vacuum. And speaking of vacuum, I am not sure you’re using the retractable nozzle correctly or applying the ‘full weft’ setting when attending to the lush carpets of the den. I found some dander there.” — Werner Herzog’s Note To His Cleaning Lady | TV & Film | Sabotage Times

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Apr 19

All it needs is a tiny fixie with four tiny pedals and no tiny brakes.

All it needs is a tiny fixie with four tiny pedals and no tiny brakes.

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From this other thing I’m sort of doing… eatsshoesandreads: There’s this part in “The Magicians,” right, where all the Fourth Year students of Brakebills College for Magical Pedagogy are transformed into geese. I’d read about how flocks of geese operate in some other book, some other time. The lead geese hold those behind them aloft by the force of their wingbeats. And if a goose tires and needs to land, it is always accompanied by another goose, who will eventually help it rejoin the flock. And geese honk to encourage each other to keep flying. For countless hours. Until they reach their destination.“They flew all day, following the coastline, past Trenton and Philadelphia, sometimes over sea, sometimes over frozen fields, surfing the temperature gradients, boosted by updrafts, transferring seamlessly from current to current as one petered out and the next one kicked in. It felt fantastic. Quentin couldn’t imagine stopping. He couldn’t believe how strong he was, how many wing beats he had stored up in his iron chest muscles.”These Roger Vivier Swanned Sandals are less Canada Goose and more Black Swan, but either way, they’re awfully magical.

From this other thing I’m sort of doing…

eatsshoesandreads:

There’s this part in “The Magicians,” right, where all the Fourth Year students of Brakebills College for Magical Pedagogy are transformed into geese. I’d read about how flocks of geese operate in some other book, some other time. The lead geese hold those behind them aloft by the force of their wingbeats. And if a goose tires and needs to land, it is always accompanied by another goose, who will eventually help it rejoin the flock. And geese honk to encourage each other to keep flying. For countless hours. Until they reach their destination.

“They flew all day, following the coastline, past Trenton and Philadelphia, sometimes over sea, sometimes over frozen fields, surfing the temperature gradients, boosted by updrafts, transferring seamlessly from current to current as one petered out and the next one kicked in. It felt fantastic. Quentin couldn’t imagine stopping. He couldn’t believe how strong he was, how many wing beats he had stored up in his iron chest muscles.”

These Roger Vivier Swanned Sandals are less Canada Goose and more Black Swan, but either way, they’re awfully magical.

“Best Friends Forever” by Katherine Fraser. I love this: 1. Because chihuahuas. 2. Because it reminds me of someone I knew, long ago, in a house in North Hollywood. 3. Because that reminds me that beautiful things can conjure people and places we almost forgot were real. They were, though, weren’t they?

“Best Friends Forever” by Katherine Fraser.

I love this:

1. Because chihuahuas.

2. Because it reminds me of someone I knew, long ago, in a house in North Hollywood.

3. Because that reminds me that beautiful things can conjure people and places we almost forgot were real. They were, though, weren’t they?

(Source: etsy.com)

Texts from Dog (recent favorite)

textsfromdog:

“…I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.” — – John Keats, of whom I have been thinking fondly lately instead of irritably reaching after fact and reason. 

Bought me an orange muthafuckin’ blazer from Madewell. Now who’s, uh, a person with an orange blazer? Me. That’s who.

Bought me an orange muthafuckin’ blazer from Madewell. Now who’s, uh, a person with an orange blazer?

Me.

That’s who.

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Ye Olde WTF -

Kinkadia in Vallejo: “Named the Village, a Thomas Kinkade Community, it promised residents a ‘vision of simpler times’  with ‘cottage style homes that are filled with warmth and personality.’ Its slogan: ‘Calm, not chaos. Peace, not pressure.’”