February 2011
23 posts
January 2011
24 posts
“She was a tall, erect woman with dark eyebrows, staid and dignified, and, as she said of herself, intellectual. She read a great deal, used phonetic spelling, called her husband, not Dmirtri, but Dimitri, and he secretly considered her unintelligent, narrow, inelegant, was afraid of her, and did not like to be at home.”
Chekhov, “The Lady with the Dog”
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“There was deep snow on the ground. I was in a sleigh, wearing my red wool hat...”
– Ten Stories from Flaubert, Lydia Davis (via theparisreview)
Watchiamdonald:
Sleigh Bells - “Rill Rill”
My dude Jon Watts directed this video.
Watchmiu miu is making some lady films. the first short directed by cassavetes.
Ain’t No Sunshine - Bill Withers
in defense of far niente
“There is a sort of dead-alive, hackneyed people about, who are scarcely conscious of living except in the exercise of some conventional occupation. They have no curiosity; they can not give themselves over to random provocations; they do not take pleasure in the exercise of their faculties for its own sake; and unless Necessity lays about them with a stick, they will even stand still. It is no...
Sam’s breakfast called from the bottom of her stomach.
“Hello?” said Sam.
“Come down here,” said breakfast: two eggs, four Nilla Wafers and one large white pill.
Sam sat down on the kitchen floor, Indian style. Her head where her stomach stood before she sat down.
“Just lie here with me for a little while, before it’s time for lunch.”
twenty four degrees
Is like lifting your hand to the mouth of a dog and forgetting about it for a while. Walking and thinking and everything’s fine and then all of a sudden there are teeth. But the air won’t scar and you won’t remember. You’ll never remember the weather. You’ll remember which pair of boots you guided through the grey, and looking at those red streams that crept across...
“He lay in his reclining chair, barely awake enough to feel the dream moving just under his thoughts. It felt like one of those pure, beautiful dreams in which he was young again, and filled with the realization that the friends who had died, or gone away, or decided that they didn’t like him anymore, had really been there all along, loving him.”
Mary Gaitskill, “Tiny,...
Barbara felt embarrassed when other, less shifty women caught her eyeing herself in the mirror. It wasn’t quite looking. There was an air of disbelief. If only she could gaze like they did. She didn’t really care when this happened at the mall, or even the movie theater but when it happened in places with powder rooms, she often leaned in a little too close, to make it look like she was merely...
pixel-monkey:
The White Stripes, Hello Operator