This is a quick way for us to update you with photos of things that are going down from our phones. Times are getting pretty crazy. Soon we will be able to upload actual emotions for you to download and digest. That is going to be crazy. Right now I am feeling purple. You know you want to taste purple and feel it run through your veins.
"3-D is a misnomer. Films are 3-D. The whole point of photography is that it’s three-dimensional. The thing with stereoscopic imaging is it gives each audience member an individual perspective. It’s well suited to video games and other immersive technologies, but if you’re looking for an audience experience, stereoscopic is hard to embrace. I prefer the big canvas, looking up at an enormous screen and at an image that feels larger than life. When you treat that stereoscopically, and we’ve tried a lot of tests, you shrink the size so the image becomes a much smaller window in front of you.” - Christopher Nolan
“Dear Esther. The gulls do not land here anymore. I’ve noticed that this year, they seem to shun the place. Perhaps it’s the depletion of the fishing stock driving them away. Perhaps it’s me…”—Dear Esther
To all who gave their love, andreceived nothing in return.
There is nothing more devastating than rejection. To invest so much of yourself into another person to only be viewed as replaceable and ordinary in return. To feel unimportant and unworthy. To be viewed as a convenience and an object. To be a second choice and a rebound. Never again, never ever again.
one of my favorite songs ever ever ever.
I really adore this version and the version she does. (Caroline and The Good Night Sleeps)
and the old original is still really great as well.
My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't,
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way--the stone lets me go.
I turn that way--I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson;
I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman's trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
Efterklang, according to the band’s Wikipedia entry, means either Remembrance or Reverberation. Or literally, After-Sound. Maybe multiple meanings is intentional. I had no idea what any of the voices, though I’m sure they were singing in English at least most of the time, were saying. This is their first LP, from 2004. They’ve worked with my favorite pianist Nils Frahm, and made a movie with Vincent Moon (the guy behind take-away shows) and a shit-load of other people from what I’ve gathered. Tripper has a lot to offer, but I’ll admit it spends most of it’s time focused on beautiful, shining textures. They start simple. Smooth little synths and airy pads drenched in “Reverberation”, which constantly recalled Kid A, and then show a mature ability to compose and use cinematic arrangement of strings to keep the space growing. The vocals span several male and female singers, full choir groups, and constantly perform clear, intentional harmonies. They are constantly playing with space in these songs, smooth vacant landscapes warm into pulsing electronica at every turn. At moments the juxtaposition between digital chirps and acoustic performance is a bit jarring, but it sure captivated me. Enjoy.
Shrugging, I gift her my laugh. Its lift so staggering. Overcomes her. She hyperventilates. Bends agonized. What hurt I deliver with just a hatless shuffleandflap. When suddenly by a wild of only Wind, I strangely blurt: —I Promise I’ll never leave you. Flash follows, searing lime to wide. Fascinating. She curtsies. —I’m Hailey. Hi.