I have a friend who doesn’t watch black and white movies, which is really just a byproduct of not watching movies featuring actors who are now dead. (She might have some issues.) Anyway, even she had to admit that this, a movie that I love even though it is French (we all have our own issues), was “not bad.” I consider it a great victory in my ongoing War of Cultural Aggression.
(via thesoviette)
Forty years old
and I still can’t see myself
planting flowers
on either the dark edge of heaven or hell.
Though in either place
I can guess which would flourish,
I have a better idea
of what thrives here.
Item: And so, instead of a bribe
for my gravekeeper,
I leave a Trillium,
a lovely plant
that smells like rotten meat,
or any other flowering contradiction
whose colors attract bees
but whose stench draws flies;
whose pollination depends
on an insult as well as beauty.
And I guess you can get to Limbo
the same way you got here:
by mistake.
And I like to think
you can still get to heaven
with the right disguise.
But in either place
I’d be disappointed
if monotony were more than a buzz.
I hope to hear
a frequent hum of satisfaction,
or inspiration,
the little wings of an immensity,
a thought in god’s mind.
from ‘Little Testament’ (Paul Violi, available on his website)
At the protests in Madison, Wisconsin, doctors stood on street corners writing doctor’s notes for anyone who called in sick to work.
#fuckyeahamerica
(via elizaevans)
Italian rugby players in D&G underwear.
Happy Sunday.
Ball of Fire, 1941 (dir. Howard Hawks)
To everyone I know to whom I haven’t already shown this movie: watch it. Because even though I always remember it as being Cary Grant instead of Gary Cooper (and now that I see it written down I might understand why), BARBARA STANWYCK. And Gary Cooper is even pretty cute.
RIP Brian Jacques.
I loved the Redwall books so much as a child.
Who was I just talking about these books with?
(via nprfreshair)
I feel very accomplished.
Baltar was never good enough for Three and Six. HE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE.
I kind of love this.
Awesomeness.
GO HOME, GAIUS.
This is the other most important thing on the Internet today.
Reblogged because otherwise Syd might not see it.
Look, I was obviously reading this for the content, but…dude’s name is Nathaniel Bowditch. Child-Nora who read this book about 16 times is so happy right now.
