M. Piedlourde Court Un Marathon

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drum-taps: Dock Boggs—“Sugar Baby” Country Blues: Complete...

Thu, 31 May 2012 08:29:50 -0400

drum-taps:

Dock Boggs—“Sugar Baby”

Country Blues: Complete Early Recordings (Revenant 1998).

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elleryqueen: There is a moment in “The Philadelphia Story”...

Thu, 31 May 2012 04:10:37 -0400

elleryqueen:

There is a moment in “The Philadelphia Story” that was, according to Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart, improvised. It’s the scene when Jimmy Stewart comes to Cary Grant’s house and he’s drunk. And Jimmy Stewart hiccups; that was thrown in. You can see that Jimmy’s amused and Cary looks down and he was amused that Jimmy was amused. They almost broke up!

Peter Bogdanovich

naipan: Leonard Cohen outside The Chelsea Hotel, New York,...

Thu, 31 May 2012 03:40:31 -0400

naipan:

Leonard Cohen outside The Chelsea Hotel, New York, 1988

I want a beard of flowers.

Thu, 31 May 2012 01:58:59 -0400

I want a beard of flowers.

tools, working with

Thu, 31 May 2012 01:53:39 -0400

tools, working with

I’m sitting here exhausted from the past two days, but not the satisfied kind of exhausted...

Thu, 31 May 2012 01:50:39 -0400

I’m sitting here exhausted from the past two days, but not the satisfied kind of exhausted that I like to be, just very much like an glass emptied out of everything. Yesterday I went to the blue hole in Soddy-Daisy with Lorin, slipping and sliding over rocks in the creek, until it began to rain and we reached the shelter of an outcropping of rocks. (All I wanted, inexplicably, was to invite a pretty girl from Texas, only she’s several states’ lengths away, and anyway she was at work - and I know I should probably get gainful employment soon, and more than anything I’d like to be there soon, but all things shall happen in the best possible time, and it’s not yet, but it’s going to be soon, and even in this weird interim of my life, I’m finding good things are happening if only I’m observant enough to notice.) It was beautiful, seeing the whole creek disturbed with torrents of falling rain, seeing Lorin dive from the rocks and into the water, swimming to a great boulder raising sharply out of the water, and just sitting crouched while the rain washed over everything. The clouds passed by, the sun returned, we started making up awful, awful sequel songs to “Here Comes the Sun,” and swam around in the cool, clear water. Oh, and we saw the biggest bass I’ve ever seen in that creek. I was telling him about Elizabeth & Mike, and he just seemed flummoxed by it. Still, it was a pleasure to be there, and to forget about things that are only peripherally affect me (which I’ve let bother me instead of being a brother to my sister).

We brought pizza back to their place in St. Elmo, and, after washing up, I met him, Paul, Drew, Sara(h) - two of them, and Nam at Honest Pint. Just being with people like that, it’s a joy I hold dear precisely because I take it lightly. Any excuse to laugh is a good one. Apparently Paul’s on his way back to Haiti, and he and I talked a lot about our experiences in Haiti and Ethiopia. I feel like he’s going back with good intentions, and I hope he has good friendships, and I hope everyone he meets is blessed just being around him. He’s such a strange, dynamic creature. He holes himself away, and then he drunkenly rages on all the travesties of life, and all the perceived slights against him, which are part of this greater pain we all witness, and then, from the midst of all this, there’s this kind and wonderful creature. I’m astounded and frightened and amazed by him. I think at one time I almost dismissed him, but I’m learning better.

After that, I had the longest, most excellent conversation I’ve ever had with Eddie, my favorite ever bartender at JJ’s. It seemed like we were talking about anything and everything, and it was serious and silly, sad and happy, and those are my favorite conversations with anyone. He’s one of the best people ever. I was just meaning to go to St. Elmo after briefly talking with him, but somehow 12:30 became 3:30 AM, and I just went home.

Today I hung out with Brad and Samantha, and we went to Signal Mountain on the flimsy pretense of someone who started a restaurant invited Brad to go to it. Apparently it was the first day, and the food wasn’t entirely the best - thinking about it now, maybe the food being a little weird is the reason for the weird feeling I have going on. We then started working with tools, but as the afternoon passed, I realized every Wednesday, I’d been going to play basketball with Mike, who will soon cease to be my brother-in-law. Well, we hung out anyway, and it was just strange. We still laughed a lot. It just seemed like there were a lot of things I wanted to ask him but didn’t say, and a lot of things he meant to tell me but didn’t. There was a brief mention that when my sister mentioned divorce, he wasn’t quite to that point yet, but he knew they were on the way and didn’t stop it. I can’t express how much this broke my heart to hear. Conversation returned to things like movies, books, and sports. “We haven’t ever had the deepest relationship,” he said. “We’ll still be able to be friends.” This also broke my heart. This was the first time I remember driving there in different cars. After everybody was leaving, I said something to him, but he just said, “bye man,” same as he’d said to all the other people who hadn’t been his brother-in-law.

I don’t know, I’m probably just getting too down about everything. I’m noticing how much we’re scared people will see all the things we know should make us worthless, and how much we’re terrified no one will find the things about us that are worth so very much, and I just wanted to say I’ll be one of the people still finding good things even after I’ve seen all the things you’d rather hide. I’ll be yr friend, I mean, hoping one day you’ll do me the same kindness.

Mahmoud Ahmed -Ambassel / Zemedié Ethiopiques Vol. 6: Almaz,...

Thu, 31 May 2012 01:00:00 -0400

Mahmoud Ahmed -Ambassel / Zemedié

Ethiopiques Vol. 6: Almaz, recordings from 1973.

wagonwheel: View from Makapu’u Krissy! it’s beautiful...

Thu, 31 May 2012 00:49:06 -0400

wagonwheel:

View from Makapu’u

Krissy! it’s beautiful there, wow.

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Wed, 30 May 2012 13:09:09 -0400

"They came in armoured vehicles and there were some tanks. They shot five bullets through the door..."

Wed, 30 May 2012 12:51:21 -0400

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They came in armoured vehicles and there were some tanks. They shot five bullets through the door of our house. They said they wanted Aref and Shawki, my father and my brother. They then asked about my uncle, Abu Haidar. They also knew his name.

My mum yelled at them. She asked: ‘What do you want from my husband and son?’ A bald man with a beard shot her with a machine gun from the neck down. Then they killed my sister, Rasha, with the same gun. She was five years old. Then they shot my brother Nader in the head and in the back. I saw his soul leave his body in front of me.

They shot at me, but the bullet passed me and I wasn’t hit. I was shaking so much I thought they would notice me. I put blood on my face to make them think I’m dead.

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- From an account of the Syrian government’s massacre in Houla, Homs province by an 11-year-old survivor, as told to The Guardian.

Jesus fucking Christ.

(via inothernews)

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"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it..."

Wed, 30 May 2012 05:20:16 -0400

“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

- Charles Bukowski (via lametamorfosisdetigrilla)

american-nostalgia: Teens selecting music on a jukebox (1950s)

Tue, 29 May 2012 21:55:51 -0400

american-nostalgia:

Teens selecting music on a jukebox (1950s)

about-to-blow:

Tue, 29 May 2012 20:30:33 -0400

about-to-blow:

You seem to admire the fuel to my fire. x_x get fucked!

Tue, 29 May 2012 19:31:23 -0400

Um, sorry for admiring yr fuel?