veronique

Dec 14

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-13) -

  1. Wilco (223)
  2. Cat Power (56)
  3. Spoon (52)
  4. The Decemberists (34)
  5. Alanis Morissette (31)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

Dec 13

jacob:

Art Fry, inventor of Post-it Notes. From David Friedman’s awesome Inventor Portrait series.

Sorry but the only thing I have to say to this is: Romy & Michele’s High School Reunion. (2:54 & 4:44)

jacob:

Art Fry, inventor of Post-it Notes. From David Friedman’s awesome Inventor Portrait series.

Sorry but the only thing I have to say to this is: Romy & Michele’s High School Reunion. (2:54 & 4:44)

St. Vincent poster

St. Vincent poster

“There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it happened, or why it ends, or why or who you are. You want one and I want one, but there isn’t one. It comes in bits and pieces, and you stitch them together wherever they fit, and when you are done you hold yourself up, and still there are holes and you are a rag doll, invented, imperfect. And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.” — Marya Hornbacher

“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life.” (via mutations)
Finally saw this last night. Brilliant.

“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life.” (via mutations)

Finally saw this last night. Brilliant.

Dec 12

“It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.” — Nick Hornby

I find myself questioning the validity of this notion a lot.

“All animals except man know that the principal business of life is to enjoy it.” — Samuel Butler

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