middle cyclones and other references
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Final GPA: 3.58
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Fruit Bats - When U Love Somebody
I think one of you must have put this on a mix that I downloaded at some point because I was able to put it on...
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Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Scott Widak has Down syndrome and is terminally ill with liver disease, and he loves to receive mail. So his...
In this project, Time, John Clang photographs pedestrian traffic along the city streets of New York at various times. He then tears multiple photographs into strips, akin to the pieces of a broken mirror, and then puts them together into a single frame. By combining split seconds into one moment he confronts issues of intimacy among crowds of strangers.
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Procrastination Theatre: January 27, 2012
The Boyfriend has been hankering to see this again for a while. And although I’ve seen it before too, sometimes watching something with him really helps me appreciate a film all over again. Like this one. I’ve recently stopped succumbing to the fashion of mocking Tom Cruise, because the man is actually an extremely talented actor. And he is remarkable in this; a lithe, frightening, grey anthropomorphized coyote, like the ones we see crossing the L.A. street at night (which is a perfect scene until Michael Mann’s music kicks in).
Seeing Drive and now this has made me extremely fascinated with the films of L.A., which it seems to me are all about driving, traffic, L.A. experienced through its streets. I might actually try to do more research into this (which is a fancy excuse for watching more movies).
And lastly, I have a new theory regarding Mark Ruffalo, whose slicked back hair and rings are just as terrible as he is good in this movie. Sean Penn has said that his key to a character is always the hair; that when he changes his hair, he feels like he inhabits the character. I speculate that Mark Ruffalo does this with accessories. Does anyone remember the perfectly douchey necklace that he wears in The Kids Are Alright?
Street Art of the Day: Clever urban interventions by Russian street artist Pavel Puhov. A few more at Street Art Utopia.
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“There are roughly three New Yorks.
There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable.
Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night.
Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.”
— E.B. White, Here is New York
[photo via All Things Amazing, photographer unknown] Required reading, always.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekj1qh0P81qzhl9eo1_500.jpg)
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“There are roughly three New Yorks.
There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable.
Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night.
Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.”
— E.B. White, Here is New York
[photo via All Things Amazing, photographer unknown] Required reading, always.
Madrid, Spain
just before dark • antes de que anochezca (by jesuscm ▒ back)
“There used to be a hardware store right on Beverly Hills Drive where you could buy mundane things like nails and string, but where you could see the most extraordinary people buying them. I once saw Fred Astaire buying sandpaper and Danny Kaye buying one light bulb. The most frightening sight I ever saw during my whole stay in America was in that hardware store. I hid behind a shelf of tools and watched Klaus Kinski buying an axe. It cleared the store.” —Michael Caine, What’s It All About? (via)
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Kept Promise of the Day: A tipster writes: “Strolling around Ball State on a Sunday afternoon and I stumbled across this taped to the ledge on the big Art Museum stairs.”
If it takes forever, I will wait for you… brb, bawling my eyes out indefinitely.
[thanks amt!]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmfeivnoCM1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)
Kept Promise of the Day: A tipster writes: “Strolling around Ball State on a Sunday afternoon and I stumbled across this taped to the ledge on the big Art Museum stairs.”
If it takes forever, I will wait for you… brb, bawling my eyes out indefinitely.
[thanks amt!]
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