Wednesday, September 30, 2009
FACEALLY
It's shameful but i had facebook now.
http://www.facebook.com/allyferdinand
Be my friend.
(Now i remember to put the 'add as friends' button on my page! Add me.)
http://www.facebook.com/allyferdinand
Be my friend.
(Now i remember to put the 'add as friends' button on my page! Add me.)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
It's always the same, 'The way' she says 'they look at me".
ph: bill henson
In the evening rush, she takes her seat by the window.
And when she lights up, nobody speaks, they just adjust their clothes.
She sits on the train from five fifteen to five fifty.
It's always the same,
"The way" she says "they look at me".
From Saturday to Saturday.
Contact, unclean, lock me up in quarantine.
Contact, unclean, lock me up in quarantine.
Bathed in the blue wash of a T.V. screen,
surfing served up dreams to the happy glow of the burger bar,
watching the passing cars.
Quarantine, quarantine.
All our lives we've been in quarantine.
+ Download: Rialto-[Quarantine]
Monday, September 28, 2009
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter
dearjennifer.org
blackcigarette by RYO KAWANISHI
flickr vm3fu6
MARCELO GOMES
flickr laurencephilomene2
donarita.deviantart
KATARINA SOPČIĆ
double by Li Hui
sneakme.net
?
flickr 66048320@N00
Beginning With A Past Tense Verb
Woke up.
Sighed.
Checked gmail by cellphone in bed, which has become a way of waking myself up completely in the morning.
Checked the time at the same time.
Deleted some mails and marked some as well.
Got up, both feet on the floor.
Yawned several times before opening the door.
Peed.
Had a cup of hot Gui Hua Woolong tea.
Sat and started my laptop.
Preferred the word 'laptop ' to 'notebook', dunno why.
Checked facebook, part of social life, part of me loves/ hates it.
Listened to The flaming lips, Caveman, and then Ólafur Arnalds.
Really don't want to start doing my assignment.
Blogged.
Blew my nose.
Deleted an inappropriate comment.
Felt a sense of Fascist.
Felt content cuz something's in control.
Blew my nose again.
Blurred the eyes with sad songs.
Flipped through Eric Bodosian's journal in front of no one.
Felt a sense of semtimentalism all of a sudden, and gave it up right away.
Waited for my breakfast.
Waited for Godot.
Blew my nose again and again.
Felt weird why I couldn't find Sarah Kane's in any of the bookstores around.
Felt itchy.
Felt loved, so i
woke up again.
Postponed anything possible and impossible.
Took nothing along.
Looked into the mirror straight.
Laughed without making sounds.
Misspelt names about to be forgotten.
Sighed.
Checked gmail by cellphone in bed, which has become a way of waking myself up completely in the morning.
Checked the time at the same time.
Deleted some mails and marked some as well.
Got up, both feet on the floor.
Yawned several times before opening the door.
Peed.
Had a cup of hot Gui Hua Woolong tea.
Sat and started my laptop.
Preferred the word 'laptop ' to 'notebook', dunno why.
Checked facebook, part of social life, part of me loves/ hates it.
Listened to The flaming lips, Caveman, and then Ólafur Arnalds.
Really don't want to start doing my assignment.
Blogged.
Blew my nose.
Deleted an inappropriate comment.
Felt a sense of Fascist.
Felt content cuz something's in control.
Blew my nose again.
Blurred the eyes with sad songs.
Flipped through Eric Bodosian's journal in front of no one.
Felt a sense of semtimentalism all of a sudden, and gave it up right away.
Waited for my breakfast.
Waited for Godot.
Blew my nose again and again.
Felt weird why I couldn't find Sarah Kane's in any of the bookstores around.
Felt itchy.
Felt loved, so i
woke up again.
Postponed anything possible and impossible.
Took nothing along.
Looked into the mirror straight.
Laughed without making sounds.
Misspelt names about to be forgotten.
PARTY LOADS
ph: Ellis Scott
I'm not party animal but it seems i've been playing too hard not working for quite a while.
my day so far in no particular order
the cobrasnake/yvan rodic/flickr: moreinterpretations/jrsrules.blogspotu/ livejournal: adski_kafeteri/flickr: moreinterpretations/ROWAN ABBOTT/Sasha Pivovarova Chloe SS 2007/melodie mcdaniel/flickr: vm3fu6/X
Thanks
Today Mickey drove me to NYC. One day trip there is kinda tiring, crazy but still fun. Thank u, superdriver!!!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
IT SEEMS SHE CAN BE ANYTHING
The Flaming Lips-[I Can Be A Frog] (via mikey)
Well, it seems like she can be anything
Any kind of creature she wants to be
Oh, it seems like she can be anything
Any kind of frog
Any kind of bear
Any kind of monkey
She wants to be
Dance!
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - [Higher Than the Stars] (Saint Etienne Visits Lord Spank Mix)
This remix is damn good.
Friday, September 25, 2009
九月(Revere Beach+South End Open Studio+ Copley)
漂亮果醬
Revere Beach
你看這些海鷗多乖
視線一致的地方有人在拿食物引誘他們
他把一隻腳縮起來了
有人家的狗不見了
2009 SOUTH END OPEN STUDIOS
trinity church
cheesecake factory!!
strawberry lemonade~my fav*
four season pizza
亂
拉鍊愛心橘子
九月(Jamaica Pond+愛的包裹)
我愛你們！
藍色拖鞋是學長的愛心
第一次覺得HELLO KITTY這麼可愛(這裡很難買到非夾腳拖的拖鞋 冏)
番茄不用削皮 很好
我吃了半張XDDD
Christian Science Church, Boston
Jamaica Pond
鴨子全部都愛我手中的草莓巧克力豆
連GPS都找不到的湖，超美
九月(ICA和生日)
480-180=300
他姓lively，他說說不定他跟blake lively認識因為姓lively的很少
作業很難寫
想不到domokun紅到美國來
多摩君啊 多摩君
I'll fight.
The institute of comtemporary art/ boston (ICA)
boston harbour/ i suppose
ICA:有nan goldin跟一些cindy sherman我比較喜歡的作品
透明巨大電梯
漂亮的玻璃跟水
漂亮的玻璃和老人
超愛marlene dumas
ICA外觀
我媽說我有公主病 (Thank you Mickey for everything!)
我房間看出去
SEVEN PAIRS
ph: rene dupont
Marilyn Monroe
flickr jonathanraymond
ph: Bruna Kazinoti
ph:Bella Howard
Alexa Chung by Thomas Giddings
ACHTUNG MODE MAGAZINE DIOR HOMME RELOADED EDITORIAL SHOT BY JULIA CHAMPEAU
Philippe always has some sort of magic to lighten my life up!!! Merci beaucoup!
Ordinary days:
The Earth loses its head, spinning on itself like a top at the speed of 500m/sec...
The Earth gets out of breath around the Sun, wheeling at 30 km/sec...
The Sun twirls, bringing us around the center of the Milky Way, circling at 230km/sec....
The Milky Way is attracted by the seductive Andromeda, running at 90km/sec...
Andromeda and the Milky Way throw themselves into the arms of the Virgo Cluster and the Hydra-Centaurus Supercluster, no slower than 600km/sec...Etc...
But Today is very special: It is Luyi’s birthday...
But Tomorrow and the day after and the day after this one and the followings, don’t worry Luyi, I am sure you’ll stumble upon a Mad Hatter, a March Hare or a Dormouse to arrange for you unbirthday partys...
So Very Merry (Un)Birthdays to You...
Philippe
The Earth loses its head, spinning on itself like a top at the speed of 500m/sec...
The Earth gets out of breath around the Sun, wheeling at 30 km/sec...
The Sun twirls, bringing us around the center of the Milky Way, circling at 230km/sec....
The Milky Way is attracted by the seductive Andromeda, running at 90km/sec...
Andromeda and the Milky Way throw themselves into the arms of the Virgo Cluster and the Hydra-Centaurus Supercluster, no slower than 600km/sec...Etc...
But Today is very special: It is Luyi’s birthday...
But Tomorrow and the day after and the day after this one and the followings, don’t worry Luyi, I am sure you’ll stumble upon a Mad Hatter, a March Hare or a Dormouse to arrange for you unbirthday partys...
So Very Merry (Un)Birthdays to You...
Philippe
If you're still alive when you are 25, shall I kill you like you asked me to.
Kill me softly with this song.
Pete Doherty - [New Love Grows On Trees] (demo version)
acoustic version
Are you still talking to
All of those dead film stars
Like you used to
And are you still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes
And perfect crimes
Like you used to love
And if you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you like you asked me to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you I know you told me to
But I really don't want to
I still remember all of the things you said to me
You were the man and I was Calvary
And you said, ah you said
New love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows on... new love grows on trees
Are you still shaking out
All the dead wood from your bed love
Well times don't change and you're still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes for love divine
Oh no, you really don't have to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you
Oh I know you asked me to
But I really don't want to
I remember every single thing you said to me
...
You said new love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
+Download: Pete Doherty-[New Love Grows On Trees]
This song's all about me when I turned 25.
Pete Doherty - [New Love Grows On Trees] (demo version)
acoustic version
Are you still talking to
All of those dead film stars
Like you used to
And are you still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes
And perfect crimes
Like you used to love
And if you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you like you asked me to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you I know you told me to
But I really don't want to
I still remember all of the things you said to me
You were the man and I was Calvary
And you said, ah you said
New love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows on... new love grows on trees
Are you still shaking out
All the dead wood from your bed love
Well times don't change and you're still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes for love divine
Oh no, you really don't have to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you
Oh I know you asked me to
But I really don't want to
I remember every single thing you said to me
...
You said new love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
+Download: Pete Doherty-[New Love Grows On Trees]
This song's all about me when I turned 25.
Dunno Why But Today Is Perfect For Blonde Redhead
For the damaged - [Blonde Redhead]
Maybe again he will be alone
Guess we're equally damaged
Find your name do it all the same equally
Signal when you can't breathe no more
Say you were me then you could see the view
You'll know we are equally damaged
Don't be a fool, make it easier
You'll learn to say when
Signal if you can't say, "no more"
Don't cross your finger
Sundays will never change
They keep on coming
You'll be a freak
And I'll keep you company
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Charles Bukowski*
Let It Enfold You
by Charles Bukowski
Let It Enfold You
either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.
I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed,in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
freinds,
I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.
peace an happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
an
addled
mind.
but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn't different
from the
others, I was the same,
they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
greivances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.
cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.
maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.
I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenous magic parts
open for the
asking.
I re formulated
I don't know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occured.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,
I did'nt have to prove
anything.
I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.
I began to feel good,
I began to feel good
in the worst situations
and there were plenty
of those.
like say, the boss
behind his desk,
he is going to have
to fire me.
I've missed too many
days.
he is dressed in a
suit, necktie, glasses,
he says, "I am going
to have to let you go"
"it's all right" I tell
him.
He must do what he
must do, he has a
wife, a house, children.
expenses, most probably
a girlfreind.
I am sorry for him
he is caught.
I walk onto the blazing
sunshine.
the whole day is
mine
temporailiy,
anyhow.
(the whole world is at the
throat of the world,
everybody feels angry,
short-changed, cheated,
everybody is despondent,
dissillusioned)
I welcomed shots of
peace, tattered shards of
happiness.
I embraced that stuff
like the hottest number,
like high heels, breasts,
singing,the
works.
(...continued)
by Charles Bukowski
Let It Enfold You
either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.
I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed,in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
freinds,
I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.
peace an happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
an
addled
mind.
but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn't different
from the
others, I was the same,
they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
greivances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.
cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.
maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.
I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenous magic parts
open for the
asking.
I re formulated
I don't know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occured.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,
I did'nt have to prove
anything.
I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.
I began to feel good,
I began to feel good
in the worst situations
and there were plenty
of those.
like say, the boss
behind his desk,
he is going to have
to fire me.
I've missed too many
days.
he is dressed in a
suit, necktie, glasses,
he says, "I am going
to have to let you go"
"it's all right" I tell
him.
He must do what he
must do, he has a
wife, a house, children.
expenses, most probably
a girlfreind.
I am sorry for him
he is caught.
I walk onto the blazing
sunshine.
the whole day is
mine
temporailiy,
anyhow.
(the whole world is at the
throat of the world,
everybody feels angry,
short-changed, cheated,
everybody is despondent,
dissillusioned)
I welcomed shots of
peace, tattered shards of
happiness.
I embraced that stuff
like the hottest number,
like high heels, breasts,
singing,the
works.
(...continued)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
my day so far in no particular order
Sources: Ryo KAWANISHI/stevie by Samuel Hodge/susanna spangberg/ Tristain Blair x2/flickr vm3fu6 /tetsuya miyoshi /?/walter pfeiffer/flickr shitgaze
.
.
-You're still sure you have an existence?
-Yes.
.
.
STARS
Lou Reed and David Bowie by Mick Rock. 1973
Johnny Depp and Kate Moss
nico
Debbie Harry
Anna Karina in Bande à part
James Franco
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Jim Carroll (with Patti)
Woke Up In A Strange Place
Woke Up In A Strange Place
by Jeff Buckley
The ghost comes to visit
ghost calls to visit
with my keys in his pocket
kisses in my mouth with his
eyes hanging out of his sockets
my memories crumble
under still resistance
i was torn out like pages
from the book of existence
i woke up in a strange place
my mind a blur and some blood on my chin
i made a call for a blackened cab
some destination was moving on in
i remember the words that you told me
how they come down so hard, so plain
fate is going to find your love in a
glass of champagne
i lied to my host i told him
i knew how far i could go
then i emptied my guts out
on his brand new stereo
well he paid me to go upstairs
and spend a night with his friend
i never want to see my face
in the mirror again
i woke up in a strange place
music so loud that i spit up my beer
i met a ride in that blackened cab
some destination was all that he had
easy now, this car is speeding up
for my last chance, crashing to freedom
fate is going to find your love in a
glass of champagne
sweat pours down
you're in the back seat sleeping
and she waits by the window
on an empty bed, weeping
the ghost guns the motor
to the land that he promised me
i guess this is the time when your
best intentions become accidents
this is my song for the dislocated
who want to love but who turn to be hated
because the lies of the spirit possessed you
because the eyes of your lover resist you
listen now, you keep your aim steady
as your temple turns to kiss the pistol
fate is going to find your love
in a glass of champagne
fate is going to find your love
in a glass of champagne
+Download: Jeff Buckley-[Woke Up In A Strange Place]
by Jeff Buckley
The ghost comes to visit
ghost calls to visit
with my keys in his pocket
kisses in my mouth with his
eyes hanging out of his sockets
my memories crumble
under still resistance
i was torn out like pages
from the book of existence
i woke up in a strange place
my mind a blur and some blood on my chin
i made a call for a blackened cab
some destination was moving on in
i remember the words that you told me
how they come down so hard, so plain
fate is going to find your love in a
glass of champagne
i lied to my host i told him
i knew how far i could go
then i emptied my guts out
on his brand new stereo
well he paid me to go upstairs
and spend a night with his friend
i never want to see my face
in the mirror again
i woke up in a strange place
music so loud that i spit up my beer
i met a ride in that blackened cab
some destination was all that he had
easy now, this car is speeding up
for my last chance, crashing to freedom
fate is going to find your love in a
glass of champagne
sweat pours down
you're in the back seat sleeping
and she waits by the window
on an empty bed, weeping
the ghost guns the motor
to the land that he promised me
i guess this is the time when your
best intentions become accidents
this is my song for the dislocated
who want to love but who turn to be hated
because the lies of the spirit possessed you
because the eyes of your lover resist you
listen now, you keep your aim steady
as your temple turns to kiss the pistol
fate is going to find your love
in a glass of champagne
fate is going to find your love
in a glass of champagne
+Download: Jeff Buckley-[Woke Up In A Strange Place]
james
How does James Franco manage to take classes at both NYU and Columbia while penning a book while keeping his acting career going? Evidently only with lots of naps.
I heart this!!
"Luyi, you have to be thanked: like the Alice of Lewis Carroll, your net travels put us down the rabbit-hole, open our eyes wide on a wonderland with its landscapes and actors; but how amazing it is to discover it is made of our usual stuff... just some magic you have makes them so appealing - like when developping argentic photos you can blow out insipidness..."---Philippe
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
親愛的把拔
你的女兒是一個好女兒。
他一直更新網誌不寫作業的時候會有罪惡感。他一年就要拿到學位課又都是九百多的真是拼命。坐地鐵的7-DAYS PASS他都會七天一到乖乖買，主動放棄試試看司機會不會發現他用過期票的可能。買mj包包的時候他也會考慮很久，考慮到現在還沒買。他為了cash in所以去做核磁共振的無聊實驗。他怕死在美國你會傷心所以還在考慮生日那天要不要一個人去危險的地方看moby。他到目前為止還保持不吃動物的好習慣。現在的他多了會做家事的好美德(雖說是不得已)。他很善良，不會傷害別人，聽到感動的歌或是看到感人的書會掉眼淚。他有時候會忘記吃維他命不過他還是一個好女兒。他會說一點謊但還是一個好女兒。他就算快要被遺忘了他還是一個好女兒。
親愛的把拔你的女兒是一個好女兒。
他一直更新網誌不寫作業的時候會有罪惡感。他一年就要拿到學位課又都是九百多的真是拼命。坐地鐵的7-DAYS PASS他都會七天一到乖乖買，主動放棄試試看司機會不會發現他用過期票的可能。買mj包包的時候他也會考慮很久，考慮到現在還沒買。他為了cash in所以去做核磁共振的無聊實驗。他怕死在美國你會傷心所以還在考慮生日那天要不要一個人去危險的地方看moby。他到目前為止還保持不吃動物的好習慣。現在的他多了會做家事的好美德(雖說是不得已)。他很善良，不會傷害別人，聽到感動的歌或是看到感人的書會掉眼淚。他有時候會忘記吃維他命不過他還是一個好女兒。他會說一點謊但還是一個好女兒。他就算快要被遺忘了他還是一個好女兒。
親愛的把拔你的女兒是一個好女兒。
COOL
Pull and Bear Oxford Street
Directed by LAUREN MARY DAVIS
Models JOSH BEECH + KAREN OVERTON + LUKE WORRALL
Music: VETO-[Duck Hush And Be Still] xo
MUSE
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"Too few bands have this level of ambition, this desire to explore new territory... life affirming" (Q Magazine 4*)
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I wanna cry after listening to RESISTANCE. Muse's really something. Hope they tour here soon.
Friday, September 18, 2009
good time max
James Fraco just grew on me!! Totally love his style in this movie.
The theme song "Caveman" by Scott Thomas is brilliant.
"One time. Do the right thing. Just once."
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Liz's Breaking All She Had
"They were taken whilst i was living in LA in 1991. I was 21. I was totally broke all I had was my boyfriend, our amazing circle of friends and my Polaroid camera. It was one of the best times of my life."
André's Summer
"The photo is taken the summer of 2001 in my flat in Paris. It was one of these summers where everything was possible and anything could happen and it did..."
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
SEEKERS OF TRUTH
Seeker Of Truth
by E. E. Cummings
seeker of truth
follow no path
all paths lead where
truth is here
ph: Samuel Hodge xo
by E. E. Cummings
seeker of truth
follow no path
all paths lead where
truth is here
ph: Samuel Hodge xo
安娜·卡列尼娜
Leo Tolstoy- [Anna Karenina]
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
"...What is to be done? There was no solution, but the universal solution which life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insoluble. The answer is: one must live in the needs of the day - that is, forget oneself."
"Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?"
"Why didn't I die?"-Anna Karenina
Start watching from around 35:oo till the end to see how Anna ended her unhappiness and happiness.
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
"...What is to be done? There was no solution, but the universal solution which life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insoluble. The answer is: one must live in the needs of the day - that is, forget oneself."
"Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?"
"Why didn't I die?"-Anna Karenina
Start watching from around 35:oo till the end to see how Anna ended her unhappiness and happiness.
WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME (THE SONG SHOWN UP IN THE MOVIE 'SILENCE OF THE LAMBS')
You told me, I see the rise
But, it always falls
I see them come, I see them go
You say, "All things pass into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir I must say you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
Won't you listen to me
You told me, I've seen it all before
I been there, I've seen my hopes and dreams
Lying on the ground
I've seen the sky just begin to fall
And you say, "All things pass into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
Won't you listen to me
...
LISTEN
But, it always falls
I see them come, I see them go
You say, "All things pass into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir I must say you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
Won't you listen to me
You told me, I've seen it all before
I been there, I've seen my hopes and dreams
Lying on the ground
I've seen the sky just begin to fall
And you say, "All things pass into the night"
And I say, "Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong"
Won't you listen to me
...
LISTEN
Saturday, September 12, 2009
COPYCAT
A: 今天我發現有人hotlink我圖就算了，還有人抄我整個BLOG(名字跟超多篇文)還有人大抄改寫我的東西(下面有圖有真相)
B: 是喔
B: 你的文章 很特別 有一種獨特的行文風格，我可以理解為什麼這些小朋友喜歡模仿或是抄襲妳
A: 小朋友！?哈哈哈我是走小朋友風的
B: 你的文章很像夏宇的詩
A: 我只知道我的邏輯感很低
B: 每一句的節奏很短 有時候會跳躍
A: 可能都用在考試上而已
B: 然後 會巧妙的堆疊許多後現代的符號 在整篇文章
A: 很會分析嘛
B: 然後也有一些 很村上春樹，字裡行間裡營造一種 慵懶 有深度的 總是有背景音樂的氛圍
B: 是喔
B: 你的文章 很特別 有一種獨特的行文風格，我可以理解為什麼這些小朋友喜歡模仿或是抄襲妳
A: 小朋友！?哈哈哈我是走小朋友風的
B: 你的文章很像夏宇的詩
A: 我只知道我的邏輯感很低
B: 每一句的節奏很短 有時候會跳躍
A: 可能都用在考試上而已
B: 然後 會巧妙的堆疊許多後現代的符號 在整篇文章
A: 很會分析嘛
B: 然後也有一些 很村上春樹，字裡行間裡營造一種 慵懶 有深度的 總是有背景音樂的氛圍
A: 大心
FURTHER FAIRER FAREWELL FOR THOSE I LEFT BEHIND
Emily Wells-[Symphony 6: Fair Thee Well & the Requiem]
+ More symphonies here
Emily Wells covered Notorious B.I.G.-[Juicy]
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (more lyrics)
Emily Wells rocks!
"Emily Wells’ Dirty is the most pleasant pastiche of classical symphonics and gangsta rap you’re likely to hear all year… or ever. Her six song EP blends her love of silky strings and phat beats in a manner both seamless and sincere. Her brand of singer/songwriter can be both enthrallingly danceable and deeply haunting, often times all at once (“Symphony 6: Fair Thee Well & the Requiem Mix”). At other times she’s playing the part of the playful folk chanteuse (“Whiskey & Rags”). It is, however, her cover of the Notorious B.I.G.’s “Juicy” that is the most enchanting (and shockingly far from laughable) track on her latest release. There’s just something about hearing a white girl from Texas spout “I never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff. I was too used to packin’ gats and stuff.” (via)
+ Download: Emily Wells - Dirty EP (2009)
What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
Friday, September 11, 2009
THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME
COS catalogue: Natasha Poly and Eddie Klint photographed by Alasdair McLellan
WHERE I END AND YOU BEGIN
It speaks for me. Listen and weep.
Radiohead-[Where i end and you begin]
There's a gap in between
There's a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin
And I'm sorry for us
The dinosaurs roam the earth
The sky turns green
Where I end and you begin
I am up in the clouds
I am up in the clouds
And I can't and I can't come down
I can watch and cant take part
Where I end and where you start
Where you, you left me alone
You left me alone
X'll mark the place
Like the parting of the waves
Like a house falling in the sea
In the sea
I will eat you alive
There'll be no more lies
I will eat you alive
There'll be no more lies
I will eat you alive
There are no more lies
I will eat you alive
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Radiohead-[Where i end and you begin]
There's a gap in between
There's a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin
And I'm sorry for us
The dinosaurs roam the earth
The sky turns green
Where I end and you begin
I am up in the clouds
I am up in the clouds
And I can't and I can't come down
I can watch and cant take part
Where I end and where you start
Where you, you left me alone
You left me alone
X'll mark the place
Like the parting of the waves
Like a house falling in the sea
In the sea
I will eat you alive
There'll be no more lies
I will eat you alive
There'll be no more lies
I will eat you alive
There are no more lies
I will eat you alive
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+Download Demo Version
Thursday, September 10, 2009
REM
"I draw from every situation, everything I come across. That’s something I feel really lucky in. I see everything and can apply it to everything else. I make a real easy correlation between things I don’t think your average person can make correlations with. I’m always completely thrilled wherever I am."-Michael Stipe
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
My quietness has a transparent man who has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals in it.
In Memory of My Feelings
by Frank O'Hara
My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent
and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.
He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.
My quietness has a number of naked selves,
so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves
from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons
and have murder in their heart!
though in winter
they are warm as roses, in the desert
taste of chilled anisette.
At times, withdrawn,
I rise into the cool skies
and gaze on at the imponderable world with the simple identification
of my colleagues, the mountains. Manfred climbs to my nape,
speaks, but I do not hear him,
I'm too blue.
An elephant takes up his trumpet,
money flutters from the windows of cries, silk stretching its mirror
across shoulder blades. A gun is "fired."
One of me rushes
to window #13 and one of me raises his whip and one of me
flutters up from the center of the track amidst the pink flamingoes,
and underneath their hooves as they round the last turn my lips
are scarred and brown, brushed by tails, masked in dirt's lust,
definition, open mouths gasping for the cries of the bettors for the lungs
of earth.
So many of my transparencies could not resist the race!
Terror in earth, dried mushrooms, pink feathers, tickets,
a flaking moon drifting across the muddied teeth,
the imperceptible moan of covered breathing,
love of the serpent!
I am underneath its leaves as the hunter crackles and pants
and bursts, as the barrage balloon drifts behind a cloud
and animal death whips out its flashlight,
whistling
and slipping the glove off the trigger hand. The serpent's eyes
redden at sight of those thorny fingernails, he is so smooth!
My transparent selves
flail about like vipers in a pail, writhing and hissing
without panic, with a certain justice of response
and presently the aquiline serpent comes to resemble the Medusa.
by Frank O'Hara
My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent
and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.
He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.
My quietness has a number of naked selves,
so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves
from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons
and have murder in their heart!
though in winter
they are warm as roses, in the desert
taste of chilled anisette.
At times, withdrawn,
I rise into the cool skies
and gaze on at the imponderable world with the simple identification
of my colleagues, the mountains. Manfred climbs to my nape,
speaks, but I do not hear him,
I'm too blue.
An elephant takes up his trumpet,
money flutters from the windows of cries, silk stretching its mirror
across shoulder blades. A gun is "fired."
One of me rushes
to window #13 and one of me raises his whip and one of me
flutters up from the center of the track amidst the pink flamingoes,
and underneath their hooves as they round the last turn my lips
are scarred and brown, brushed by tails, masked in dirt's lust,
definition, open mouths gasping for the cries of the bettors for the lungs
of earth.
So many of my transparencies could not resist the race!
Terror in earth, dried mushrooms, pink feathers, tickets,
a flaking moon drifting across the muddied teeth,
the imperceptible moan of covered breathing,
love of the serpent!
I am underneath its leaves as the hunter crackles and pants
and bursts, as the barrage balloon drifts behind a cloud
and animal death whips out its flashlight,
whistling
and slipping the glove off the trigger hand. The serpent's eyes
redden at sight of those thorny fingernails, he is so smooth!
My transparent selves
flail about like vipers in a pail, writhing and hissing
without panic, with a certain justice of response
and presently the aquiline serpent comes to resemble the Medusa.
my day so far in no particular order
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Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
long weekend
Tonight I watched The Killers, which is amazingly terribly super awesome!!!!!!!!!!! Tomorrow I'm leaving for nyc. First time in New York. Can't wait.
