So last Tuesday, I saw Tree of Life. This was the first time I ever left a silent theatre, as in the movie ended, and everybody in the theatre was either sniffling or quiet. I’m not going to review the film, don’t worry. But, what I want to talk about is that thing I recognized at the beginning, middle, and end of the film — that eternal flame — from a couple of my...
I am so so sorry about the slowdown / lackluster posts. I started my second job this week, and I have some internship applications due in two weeks! Promise I’ll stop reblogging and quoting every damn book I’m reading. Pinky swear. Bear with me as I adjust to my new schedule. Pretty please. It won’t take too long.
“I’ve gotten convinced that there’s something kind of timelessly vital and sacred about good writing. This thing doesn’t have that much to do with talent, even glittering talent…Talent’s just an instrument. It’s like having a pen that works instead of one that doesn’t. I’m not saying I’m able to work consistently out of the premise, but...
PANDA BEAR “Surfer’s Hymn” from m ss ng p eces on Vimeo. Panda Bear’s new vid for “Surfer’s Hymn”. “Skeleton Dance” + “Skeleton Frolic,” only a tad cooler (skeletons. are. surfing.).
Guess which photos were taken in Montreal, and which were taken in Toronto. For more Montreal, Montreal vs. Toronto, and no-longer-in-Montreal stuff, click here, here, here, andddd here.
Ok, I have been the worst at blogging these last few. I’m sorry. Things have been hectic and I’ve been freaking out about a lot of things. I’ve also been detoxing from school (the only thing I believe you can detox from, really.) I’m getting back into the rhythm of things now. Until then, here is my interview with Wornette Stephanie. (Reviewing the latest issue soons!) I...
Feelings are developed through the actions we take; therefore I cannot use them...– Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism (via distantheartbeats)
It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and...– Conan O’Brian (via themodelburnbook)
Today, I was waiting at the bus stop in front of a depanneur. The owner always looks out onto the street from his store. Today, I think, he said “You are always waiting.” It was through the window, sure, but that is what I read from his lips. And then I thought, yes. Yes, I am always waiting. When will I ever go? Why do I always sit, stay, and wait? When will it be my turn? But who...
Summer Lyfe: Photos I've Liked This Week
Stop it Right Now. That’s the name of the blog? Right? Best blog ever. I am too sick/lazy for the sources. Honestly, I just quickly dropped them on my desktop. Also, my internet is dodgy because of this shite weather. You know which one is from the Theory Resort (Theyskens), right? Right? Right.
“Write a novel in tiny paragraphs. Keep the paragraphs secret from each other. Scribble each paragraph in a separate notebook. Sequester each notebook in a separate folder. Don’t let the paragraphs communicate with each other. It is of paramount importance that the paragraphs of your novel-in-embryo never discover the existence of the other paragraphs. The paragraphs must obey the...
Some people are fantastic writers, but they don’t react to colour or form. You...– Bruce Benderson in the most recent issue of Apartamento. (via snprickett)
Sometimes, I am shocked at how much others ask for a favor, but never help right back. I don’t understand it. At all. But then you sit and interview someone like Jack Allen. (NB: Jack is on your right, keepin’ it cajj.) Anyways, he does both. He’s always willing to help out, even if that means meeting in person for an interview, which he doesn’t like. (He thinks...