August 2009
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“i love you also means i love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you,...”
– jonathan safran foer, everything is illuminated (via wehadthestars) (via bryonmcdonald)
i love this book.
(via thefranticsearch)
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Which Way Your Heart Will Go by Mason Jennings
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Very Loud by Shout Out Louds
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All The Wine by The National
There is more to The...
Camping
I like minimal camping; I’ve never been a fan of giant tents or these crazy amenities that so many of my friends bring along. Give me a camp fire, I’ll cut my own firewood with my ax. Give me a one room, bare-bones tent, I have a sleeping bag. I bring matches, but I don’t need them. I’ve been camping for more than half my life and there were a few times we forgot our...
junglejustine:
gmoneyknows:
beenthinking:
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After Love, Maxine Kumin
poetry365:
Afterward, the compromise. Bodies resume their boundaries.
These legs, for instance, mine. Your arms take you back in.
Spoons of our fingers, lips admit their ownership.
The bedding yawns, a door blows aimlessly ajar
and overhead, a plane singsongs coming down.
Nothing is changed, except there was a moment when
the wold, the mongering wold who stands outside the self
lay...
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The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel
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“there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize...”
– “Oh Yes” by Charles Bukowski (via bananasareyellow)
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Walk Away by Ben Harper
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Tiny Vessels by Death Cab for Cutie
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Bang Bang by Dispatch
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Motorcycle Drive By by Third Eye Blind
Summer...
Romeo and Juliet
thefranticsearch:
brautigan:
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat. If you will bring the soap, I will bring the bleach. —Richard Brautigan
New Managing Editor of The New Yorker →
Interesting.
teapotsonfire:
fix it - ryan adams & the...
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The Wind by Cat Stevens
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Ooh La La by The Faces
surrenderlove:
Kaiser Chiefs - Everyday I Love You...
digitaljourney:
Hey Josh… (and anyone else who records songs)… what do you use to do your recording?? I think I wanna give it a try… How do I do this?
It’s about time! We actually have a fairly cheap set-up. I think the most expensive thing we have is our Snowball Mic but you can get a decent mic for cheap. And since we use Windows we like to record with Audacity. It’s free and we...
taramarie:
Jolene - Ray LaMontagne
I’ve been...
“When one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary...”
– Jacques-Yves Cousteau
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The Afternoon Sun
This room, how well I know it. Now they’re renting it, and the one next to it, as offices. The whole house has become an office building for agents, businessmen, companies. This room, how familiar it is. The couch was here, near the door, a Turkish carpet in front of it. Close by, the shelf with two yellow vases. On the right—no, opposite—a wardrobe with a mirror. In the middle the table...
Cut off his head!
Andrea: A friend of mine was in a car accident. The guy that was driving the motorcycle that caused the accident, his legs were broken so bad that they were going to decapitate him.
Me: ...they were going to cut off his head because his legs were broken?
Andrea: No, not his head, his legs.
Me: Andrea, decapitate means to cut off someone's head. I think you mean amputate.
Andrea: Oh...I guess I shouldn't use big words...
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“The burden of freedom, the responsibility of finding—or creating—one’s own...”
– George Scialabba
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The Symbol
Once upon a time there were two oval mirrors which hung facing each other on the walls of a local barbershop
in the middle of a kingdom, we should add, which ran the length of a valley lined with the molars of high mountains.
It’s hard to say how the mirrors felt about all the faces peering into them, the unshorn, the clean-cut, and the bald,
for mirrors cannot help doubling whatever...
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Santiago, Pluperfect
Three kids kicking the bejesus out of a taped-up milk carton and calling it soccer. Pigs recycling rotten cabbages without being asked. What we drink in drinks us. In the feria, the melon man with a shriveled arm pushes a cracked honeydew off his stand.
The splat of green flesh lets him send grabby urchins to hell while keeping them well-fed for the trip. Shortcuts home add an hour of pastoral...
Making Love, Sharon Olds
poetry365:
You wake up, and you do not know where you are, or who you are or what you are, the last light of the evening coming up to the panes, not coming in, the solid, slanted body of the desk between the windows, its bird’s-eye slightly shining, here and there, in the wood. And you try to think back, you cannot remember it, it stands behind your mind, like a mountain, at night, behind...
I AM GOING TO BE AN UNCLE
My sister is 5 weeks pregnant. You can call me Uncle Josh.
