I can't stop thinking about this movie. Anything I say about it is going to sound silly, so just go see it.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Unexpected
Outer space smells of fried steak, scientists revealed yesterday. The universe also has an aroma of hot metal and motorbike welding, Nasa experts said.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Stayin' Alive
U.S. doctors have found the Bee Gees 1977 disco anthem "Stayin' Alive" provides an ideal beat to follow while performing chest compressions as part of CPR on a heart attack victim.
Duck-Billed Dinosaurs Emitted Low, Eerie Sounds
"Duck-billed dinosaur's bony head crests, which ranged in appearance from long and pointy to huge, Elvis-style pompadour shapes, likely sounded as unusual as they looked, suggests new evidence.
"The crests were used to produce low, bellowing calls, suggest the new findings which will be presented today at the annual meeting of the Society for Vertebrate Paleontology."
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Cinema verite
Sorry about the lack of pictures today. Reading is just so good. This quote has stayed with me since I read it a few months ago but I never posted it. Werner Herzog was asked if there are moments of cinema verite in Grizzly Man. This is how he answered:
"Verité comes in at certain moments when [Treadwell] is in the Starsky & Hutch mode and he’s wearing his bandanna, the sexy camouflage bandanna. And he jumps away on the little path and disappears. And he disappears for twelve seconds, which is a long time in the film and footage. Disappears for twelve seconds and reappears. But what is in between—all of a sudden you see reed grass, long stems, and… wind bending the grass. Everybody overlooked it, and I had the feeling that this is verité. "
"Verité comes in at certain moments when [Treadwell] is in the Starsky & Hutch mode and he’s wearing his bandanna, the sexy camouflage bandanna. And he jumps away on the little path and disappears. And he disappears for twelve seconds, which is a long time in the film and footage. Disappears for twelve seconds and reappears. But what is in between—all of a sudden you see reed grass, long stems, and… wind bending the grass. Everybody overlooked it, and I had the feeling that this is verité. "
South Seas
This is my third post from a Believer article that I just read, but...
Only one dream
has stayed in his blood: once, when
he worked
as a stoker on a Dutch fishing
boat, the Cetacean,
he saw the heavy harpoons sail in
the sun,
and saw the whales as they fled in
a frothing of blood
and the chase and the flukes lifting,
fighting the launches.
Sometimes he mentions it.
-Cesare Pevase
Only one dream
has stayed in his blood: once, when
he worked
as a stoker on a Dutch fishing
boat, the Cetacean,
he saw the heavy harpoons sail in
the sun,
and saw the whales as they fled in
a frothing of blood
and the chase and the flukes lifting,
fighting the launches.
Sometimes he mentions it.
-Cesare Pevase
Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy's Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota
This James Wright poem reminds me a little of that Nabokov quote I just posted, only not nearly as good:
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year's horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year's horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
Nabokov
"During the eight years that Pnin had taught at Waindell College he had changed his lodgings about every semester. The accumulation of consecutive rooms in his memory now resembled those displays of grouped elbow chairs on show, and beds, and lamps, and inglenooks which, ignoring all space-time distinctions, commingle in the soft life of a furniture store beyond which it snows, and the dusk deepens, and nobody really loves anybody."
The way I feel after reading this quote reminds me of the way I feel after reading the last paragraph of "The Dead".
The way I feel after reading this quote reminds me of the way I feel after reading the last paragraph of "The Dead".
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The scariest story in the world
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, is said to have seen his double wearing a gray suit, trimmed in gold, riding towards him in the opposite direction while on his way to Drusenheim. Eight years later, while riding from Drusenheim on the very same road, he realized he was wearing the exact outfit that he had seen on his double eight years earlier.
The most charming inscription from a boxer in the world
"To Steve from Muhammad Ali. Love is the net, where the hearts are caught like fish."
signed on a picture of Ali knocking out Joe Frasier. Via Paper Cuts
More interesting inscriptions are here
signed on a picture of Ali knocking out Joe Frasier. Via Paper Cuts
More interesting inscriptions are here
Monday, October 6, 2008
the most beautiful place in the world
I can't believe that neither Stephanie or I have written a post about Barcelona. We loved it so much we got tattoos.
This is La Sagrada Familia.
You can't tell how high it towers over the city in that picture, but here you can.
This is paella, which is so good in Barcelona that you will LOVE IT even if you are freaked out by eating shellfish like me.
Parc Guell. It wasn't this pretty when we saw it.
Ciutadella Park.
This is La Sagrada Familia.
You can't tell how high it towers over the city in that picture, but here you can.
This is paella, which is so good in Barcelona that you will LOVE IT even if you are freaked out by eating shellfish like me.
Parc Guell. It wasn't this pretty when we saw it.
Ciutadella Park.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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