What Would Chuck Klosterman Do?

23:23 29th Aug 2010

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290810 - The City Has Sex With Itself I Suppose (by Lis Ferla)

19:15 23rd Aug 2010

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-8-22)

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00:09 22nd Aug 2010

PostSecret: Sunday Secrets

23:56 21st Aug 2010

Four Fun and Easy Ways to Make Your Photos Look Vintage | Photojojo

23:53

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This would be a neat way to watch photo slideshows with friends!

iPad as Retro TV

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23:40

Notes: 1

I love how people like LCD Soundystem and Joanna Newsom are putting out these records that simply refuse to be absorbed in a week. Yet people still just write about them in the first week, then they feel afraid to go back and write about how these records sound different months later, like it would seem corny or out-of-touch to listen to a record you like for 6 months and hear something new in it.

— With the latter’s new memoir out, Perpetua and Sheffield talk about music. I wish I could just fly on the wall and listen to these two forever.

23:04

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When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there’s nothing I’d be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.

— RIP Edwin Morgan, via Beard

23:00

Notes: 1

This new part of my life wasn’t a woman who would seem attractive straight-on in a passport photograph… But she was lovely because the round face with the straight dyed-blonde hair, which fell over her forehead and into her eyes, was open. Her face was constantly in motion, and this was the source of her beauty. Her face registered the slightest feeling, concealing little. Sometimes she became childlike and you could see her at eight or seventeen or twenty-five. The different ages of her life seemed to exist simultaneously, as if she could move from age to age according to how she felt. There was no cold maturity about her, thank Christ.

— “The Buddha of Suburbia”, Hanif Kureshi