Whatcha Say, Pete Campbell (by DangerGuerrero)
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Whatcha Say, Pete Campbell (by DangerGuerrero)
Reblogging this to add that someone needs to update this video to include the two times Pete got punched in the face tonight.
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Seersucker sheets. Need.
Yes! I love my oxford sheets but these would make a great summer alternative.
jkendr312:
Proud South Carolinian, Stephen Colbert looking Frat in a bow tie and a southern tide hat.
X-Men: First Class
I'm going to see the new X-Men movie this afternoon. I have mixed feelings about seeing it. It looks good and I do love me some superhero movies. The whole movie was filmed here in Georgia. One action scene was filmed on my beloved Jekyll Island. Some shady backdoor deals were done to allow the movie to film there and significantly alter the beach without going through the proper channels that exist to protect the island. I've heard that the movie left a mess on the island and that infuriates me. I don't care how good the movie is if they ruined the beach to make it. Legal action is being taken against Georgia DNR for allowing this.
That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you half fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
J.D. Salinger (via peter-sawyer)
About to start rereading Catcher in the Rye. My favorite book of all time. I know I posted about this a little over a year ago, BUT this is a timeless gift that your Gent will love no matter what he loves!
Keep it Classy, Keep it Southern,
cHc
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Yes! This documentary seems to have come out of nowhere but I can't wait to see it.
This seems to touch on so many of my conflicting feelings about my home state. This trailer gave me chills. It represents the "duality of the Southern thing" (TM. Drive-By Truckers). Just look at how powerful the words from the trailer are:
It [the South] appears as a world entire; as a wheel upon the earth; a part of eternal events. Even after what will happen and what will come.
Deer Trail becomes Indian Trail become County Road.
What remains after all have gone? When each generation find itself in unfamiliar surroundings? When an end comes to that which gives comfort? When what is lost by the father is lost by the son? Could it have been some other way?
What should the new map look like?
Hey, bitch!
I've been revisiting Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I read the book for the first time in 1996. I was in 7th grade. My parents probably should not have allowed me to read it at that age, but they thankfully never censored my reading. After she saw me reading this, my teacher nominated me for Reader of the Year and I won it for the whole county. Nowadays, the teacher would probably send the student to the guidance counselor. The book (which I'm listening to on audio while fishing these days) holds up, but the movie by Clint Eastwood is every bit the mess of a movie I remember from when it first came out. It's still cool to see lovely Savannah and that damn good dog Uga in a beautiful looking movie (which is about the kindest things I can say about it). Also as remembered, Lady Chabliss (playing herself) steals the movie.
Thank you, Tennessee Williams!
I live further south than these but this is a cool event.
“Southern barbeque is the closet thing we have in the U.S. to Europe’s wines and cheeses; drive a hundred miles and the barbeque changes.”
–John Shelton Reed (via jasmineandhoneysuckle)
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150 Years Ago…
Look what I caught today with my trusty old Zebco 33.
Nearly every movie that I have seen that involves the US Civil War *has* portrayed the Union as murderous invaders, and the Confederacy as heroic defenders of home and hearth. I cannot think of a single significant movie that shows the Union as a force of liberation, re-union, and forgiveness. Which it was.
Arlie Davis in a letter to Roger Ebert.
I'm not one of those Southerners who think we were entirely innocent in the War Between the States. Slavery was the worst thing to ever happen to our great country and I'm glad it ended, but this person obviously has never studied Reconstruction, Sherman's March, or countless other examples of the Union invading the South and seeking to "punish" Southerners for their ways. I can't read those last two sentences without laughing.
See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God's sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves. After you go so far away from it, though, you can't really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it's because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they're left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.
-Robert R. McCammon, Boy's Life This is a fantastic book about growing up in the South and this wonderful passage is just the prologue.
This is my take on the regional dialect video. The instructions:
Say These Words: Aunt, Route, Wash, Oil, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, Sure, Data, Ruin, Crayon, Toilet, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Spitting Image, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Syrup, Pajamas, Caught Now answer these questions: What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house? What is the bug that when you touch it, curls into a ball? What is the bubbly carbonated drink called? What do you call gym shoes? What do you say to address a group of people? What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs? What do you call your grandparents? What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket? What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining? What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
Check out David Knox's haunting Southern photography at his website. Found via Bearings Guide
“The beginning of baseball season is not exiting. It’s comforting. It’s comforting to be reminded that for at least 100 years people in totally different states, living totally different lives could meet each other randomly and have in depth conversations with each other. It’s comforting to know...