You know when sometimes you have to return a movie to Netflix but it hurts to let it go like you want it to live with you and your books and your brown blanket and this beautiful movie.

Well.

Rome, Open City. So good. Get it, now.


Bonus ** Appropriate relationship between a Priest and a young boy. Refreshing.

A lot of folks love Abraham Lincoln. I am one of these. So is this woman, Maira Kalman. She loves Abe and she paints sick pictures of him. Make sure to check out Frida...

increasingly personal survey

spirits.
crystal. magic crystals?

um

this survey was sent to me by a reputable news magazine / my grandma

anne from school

waffle sandy, check. hold the cheese, motha-sucka

how do i

make you mine?

currently ingesting

i'm trying this new health breakfast. its rolled oats and cinnamon microwaved to mush and then a splash of milk. it tastes like warm guts. supposedly it will make me less hungry throughout the day. but .... i'm already ready for falafel.

i know my cousin will make a good nurse

because she is full of real love. and because she keeps her guinea pig, roxy, in her lab pocket.

up

i just bought 40 three-foot balloons for work. and yet i feel so deflated ....thanks RudyVanG for this balloon pic. thanks luny balloon man for teaching us about gravity and inspiring a new modern classic, danny deckchair

le petit

have you ever seen man on wire?
it's about philippe petit from france

do you see him? he's in australia.














wait there's more he walked across the twin towers in 1974. that's him taking it easy in the air.
he says, "I think it's disgusting to risk your life. Life is something very precious and very beautiful, so I have no respect for people who risk their lives."

the smell of my boots is interfering with my work day

billions

This just in: the US economy is as prolific as Tara Reid's career. (Alternate thesis: The US economy is trife like Fred's goatee. Whatevs, he did it all for the nookie)

Recently the Times front page has in many ways become akin to the wistful spectrum of childhood declarations - "I love you times one trillion"

Bailouts, stimulants - there are far too many illions in my bills. So what does it mean to have more than a million dollars at your disposal? What does it mean that Madoff ran $50 Billion dollars into a great black hole, or that our government has proposed a $787 Billion dollar stimulus package ...

This one is from John Lanchester via the Feb 2 New Yorker:

Without doing the calculation, guess how long a million seconds is. Now try to guess the same for a billion seconds.

Ready?

A million seconds is less than 12 days; a billion is almost thirty-two years.

That means (I think?) that if you counted a dollar a second, and you sat in a room like Uncle Scrooge McDuck in his vault trying to count out the stimulus, it would take you 25,184 years. To get to the end.



Is that even real?

Moving forward, how real are our dollars going to be?


Alternate end thought - would you rather do like Scrooge McDuck in the vault of coins or like Goofy in the jello* at the Giant's table? Life if full of choices.




*If you stick with this clip there are hand puppets

worst state ever

annnnnnd - scene!

Epilepsy is Dancing

tonight:


"cut me in quadrants. leave me in the corner."

oh my oh my oh my
!!

orswellian

Does anyone else get these two confused? Verbally, not, you know... mustached.

ouch

these softpawclaw covers are a pretty good idea, especially if you're looking to get your ass straight kicked by an outraged cat. i heard a rumor that they are manufacturing them for alaskan grizzly bears.

speaking of independent features, is grizzly man in your top 10 all time greatest movies? it definitely stands up to the competition

who invited timbaland?

though the choice of Mylar was somewhat off-putting, Missy Elliot's 40th birthday-office-extravaganza went off without a hitch

afternoon snack

How do you take YOUR chicken fingers? With some handy?

So sick.

My friend Ben sent me this really important blog that is changing my life: thisiswhyyourefat but then we had a little disagreement. After reading some of this is why you're fat, a truly exorbitant collection of some of the grossest / tastiest shit you never thought of frying / slathering in butter / rolling in bacon I had the sensation of ... hunger? What the. Seriously, the experience of visual gluttony made me feel hunger. But I think this is a uniquely American response to this particular site. Ben says no, anyone would get hungry after seeing TIWYF.
Would a French person viewing thisiswhyyourefat get hungry or just really really angry about their participation in our independence? What about a person from Papua New Guinea?

What do you think, Americans? Hungarians?

PS - the chicken feet pic won the argument. i mean, some people might get hungry for those dudes ....

how we do

every day is a little better than the last. here are some favorites from this week









go see sharon jones and the dap kings. go now.

Options

please help me decide who is the better valentine's date:

australian elton john

or

racist ted danson


who would you rather bring home to mom?

in the economy now

in times of scarcity, it's best to try and combine all flavors, like pop tarts and hot chocolate, or macaroni and cheese and crackers.




but sometimes i get hungry and scabby, so what about tuna fish band aids?

i want to walk around with you

(just you just you just you just you)

have you heard summertime clothes yet? it makes me explode with love and feel ready for july in new york again. i'll see you in the ocean ...

Orson

"In fact we weren't as innocent as we meant to be, when we did the martian broadcast. We were fed up with the way in which everything that came over this new "magic box" the radio was being swallowed, so in a way our broadcast was an assault on the credibility of that machine. We wanted people to understand that they shouldn't swallow everything that came through the tap."

OW
1955

scenes from a marriage

it's 1993 and brian eno's been busy. in heavy rotation that summer on mtv*: the real world los angles, onyx's slam, and this experiment in irish sado-monotonism.


tighter, tighter




oh snap


*(as snuck at grandma's. i was nine, clad in unironic neon, main cultural influences = this video, "the little mermaid", madonna, japan)

don't blow it

I'm sick and The New York Times has dropped an ill (haha) report on nose-blowing, there is nothing left to do but let it drip and google balloon forest

bandys

Indulging a life long preoccupation with the color purple and it's affiliates, I recently wore a magenta bandanna to work, though at some point throughout the day it was necessary to stuff the scarf in my back pocket (Mr. Lillard prefers his assistants to approach him dressed in primary colors). Little did I know that in rearranging my wardrobe, I was communicating not a lackadaisical fashion sense, rather, an intimate invitation to get my armpits sucked.


Heaven forbid I had worn said scarf with my red and white gingham skirt, as the invitation would clearly have read "armpits / park sex -TOP". To coordinate your wardrobe to match your sexual preferences, I urge you to read on...

Mickey

Jealous?

Chilean

When i was little, my dad cooked Empanadas on the weekends - these delicious pastry shells filled with beef, olives, eggs, and spicy. They are like little warm pockets of heaven cloud in your mouth.

Fortunately, every culture has it's own version of the empanada:

There's the Jamaican pattie:



The Indian samosa:


and the North American ham and cheese hot pocket:




this one says "Alabama" and I don't know what that means but it looks like hell wrapped in shit.


The hot pocket notwithstanding, I am generally thankful for cultural innovators putting delicious ingredients in pockets of crispy / flaky / perfect.
What is your favorite pocketed food?
Would you rather eat the Alabama or your own face?

i wish

i wish you would grow

wilderness

michael says i'm not responsible enough to have a dog yet but look how easy it is, you just feed them leaves!

eat shit

we were all of us born to die, john grisham

4:30

Yup.
still smell like maple syrup...

Drug Dogs

Yesterday evening I saw a police dog sniffing subway cars at Union Square and I couldn't help wondering if drug dogs have dreams to. What else do those lovable helpers aspire to?

An extra helping of kugel at Grandma's?

Swathed in gold and sateen in an Off-Broadway production?

Starring opposite Andrew Shue in the primetime drama Melrose Place?

If you care for the fate of these gentle creatures, please contact your local government and urge them to liberate drug dogs, now and forever. Also in the meantime avoid drug induced paranoia by not transferring at the Union Square station if you have a partially smoked joint in your mitten.