Ol' Drippy is Nick Nightingale! (http://youtu.be/k9Kg58kq8iE)
trying on a metaphor

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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JVL
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Show & Tell
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Cosmic Funnies
Not today Justin
todays bird
RMH
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Love Begins
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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@georgeolken
Ol' Drippy is Nick Nightingale! (http://youtu.be/k9Kg58kq8iE)
Shape and color, sound and words are the means by which man defines the nature and intention of his life. In a functioning culture, his ideas reverberate from his buildings, statues, songs, and plays. But a population constantly exposed to chaotic sights and sounds is gravely handicapped in finding its way. When the eyes and ears are prevented from perceiving meaningful order, they can only react to the brutal signals of immediate satisfaction.
Rudolf Arnheim, Film as Art (1957)
A man opens his mouth and dies shortly afterwards.
An avid birdwatcher sees an unexpected bird. Soon he's dead. He was killed by breakfast. A man is lying face down, dead, in the desert, with a match near his outstretched hand. A man is lying, dead, face down in the desert wearing a backpack. A man finishes getting dressed, lies down and dies. A man lies dead next to a feather. A man lies dead next to a cactus. Stuck to the cactus is a slip of paper. There are a carrot, a pile of pebbles, and a pipe lying together in the middle of a field. A man is dead in a room with a small pile of pieces of wood and sawdust in one corner. Two men are dead next to a pile of wood and a rope. Two dead people sit in their cars on a street. A man is found dead outside a large building with a hole in him. A man dies in his own home. If he had wanted chocolate ice cream, his brother would be alive today. If he'd turned on the light, he'd have lived. An old man gets the hiccups. Soon, he is rushed to the hospital. A woman walks into a small room and screams. She lost her job when she invited them to dinner. She grabbed his ring, pulled on it, and dropped it. A woman is heating her coffee in a small microwave oven. She puts it in for exactly two minutes. She then opens the door, closes it, then heats her coffee for two more seconds. A man leaves a motel room, goes to his car, and honks the horn. A man is sitting in bed. He makes a phone call, saying nothing, and then goes to sleep. A man is found hanging in a locked room with a puddle of water under his feet. A rope breaks. A bell rings. A man dies.
Let me recite what history teaches. History teaches.
Chibarushka
"After searching for pines, many members stream: ONLY GOD FORGIVES"
That's a good rec!
(Also good: Pina. Less good: Ella Enchanted)
Remember me? Benny Blanco from the Bronx!
http://youtu.be/589cMH_NE7E?t=2s
The only thing I remember about Carlito's Way is Benny Blanco from the Bronx. And that's his point, isn't it?
Reminds me of Eat It and Like a Surgeon :)
Weird Al is only the third artist, after Michael Jackson and Madonna, to have a Top 40 single in each decade since the 1980s.
thinking of trashcanland (and trashcanlandmovie)
There is a party
Everyone is there
Everyone will leave
At exactly the same time
When this party's over
It will start again
It will not be any different
It will be exactly the same
Oh yeah! I remember jumping on that giant keyboard. I would love to ride a giant Apple magic mouse around town.
5 years
MotherJones: Solitary in Iran Nearly Broke Me. Then I Went Inside America's Prisons.
To validate an inmate as a gang member, the state requires at least three pieces of evidence, which must be "indicative of actual membership" or association with a prison gang in the last six years. At least one item must show a "direct link," like a note or other communication, to a validated gang member or associate. Once the prison's gang investigator has gathered this evidence, it is reviewed in an administrative hearing and then sent to CDCR headquarters in Sacramento.
In Pennington's file, the "direct link" is his possession of an article published in the San Francisco Bay View, an African American newspaper with a circulation of around 15,000. The paper is approved for distribution in California prisons, and Pennington's right to receive it is protected under state law. In the op-ed style article he had in his cell, titled "Guards confiscate 'revolutionary' materials at Pelican Bay," a validated member of the Black Guerilla Family prison gang complains about the seizure of literature and pictures from his cell and accuses the prison of pursuing "racist policy." In Pennington's validation documents, the gang investigator contends that, by naming the confiscated materials, the author "communicates to associates of the BGF…as to which material needs to be studied." No one alleges that Pennington ever attempted to contact the author. It is enough that he possessed the article.
The second piece of evidence was a cup Pennington had in his cell bearing a picture of a dragon, an image CDCR considers an "identifying symbol" of the Black Guerilla Family. The third was a notebook he kept, which the gang investigator alleges "shows his beliefs in the ideals of the BGF." Its pages are filled with references to black history—Nat Turner, theScottsboro 9, the number of blacks executed between 1930 and 1969, and quotes from figures like W.E.B. Du Bois and Malcolm X. There are also passages in which Pennington ruminates at length on what he calls "the oppression and violence inflicted upon us here in maximum security," referencing a Time exposé.
an exhibition in march!
Thursday 14:00
I know, I know, it’s hard to keep track of all my blogs
Who's complaining?