Musings and Meddling

Nov 18th, 2009 @ 4:11 am

“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.”

Winston Churchill (via theimpossiblecool)

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@ 3:49 am

makenosound:

Stacking cabinet ‘tree’ from Chigo.

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Nov 17th, 2009 @ 1:10 am

iwantmybearsuit:

weightlesselephants:dashedlines:shetastesofsecrets:bonds-of-love:bbones:mekana:nicolazaro

oh my god

Reblogged from weird fish.

Nov 12th, 2009 @ 6:00 pm

thedailywhat:

Apropos Of The Previous Post / Print Ad of the Day: JWT Kuwait for the International Vegetarian Union.

Copy: “Vegetables are all your body needs.”

However you might feel about this ad’s message, there’s no denying the striking loveliness of its artwork.

[via.]

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Nov 9th, 2009 @ 6:02 am

szymon:

Antwerp, Belgium via woostercollective

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Nov 7th, 2009 @ 1:39 am

This is why Australia can’t have nice things- Call recording from Vic Roads.

@ 1:37 am

DailyWhat: Photo of the Day: A gaze of raccoons queue up for the #18 bus outside the California Palace of the Legion of Honor in San Francisco.

Oct 26th, 2009 @ 10:38 pm

semisetadrift:

sisifo:

thedailywhat:

Street Art of the Day: Spotted in NYC.

Part of Public Ad Campaign’s second wave of billboard takeovers, aiming to “liberate the mostly illegally operated NPA billboards in Manhattan and Brooklyn.”

[more.]

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Oct 23rd, 2009 @ 7:36 am

hellovagina:

rosemarygeorge:

iheartmyart:

uessai:haisen:meatghost:liefujishiro:rob-art:iukust:jazzmaster1959:

sampler:przecier:via: byrska.soup.io

あーこれはうまい

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@ 7:30 am

nom-nom-nom:

(via buradori)

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Oct 21st, 2009 @ 10:52 pm

iwantmybearsuit:

oncewasgold:eloquence:hunsonisgroovy:Green Berry Tea by Natalia Ponomareva

“As the tea infuses, the bird unfurls…”

WANT

Reblogged from weird fish.

Oct 20th, 2009 @ 3:57 am

indierawk:

-Anatomy of a Hipster #156.

HA!

Reblogged from Jeffro's Indie Rawk Blog..

@ 3:56 am

Sigh

Stuck at work hours after everyone else has left… AGAIN.

At least I have some sweet tunes to keep me company. Kudos to all involved! :-)

Oct 18th, 2009 @ 1:53 am

Frank O'Hara

Steps

How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning a little to the left

here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
for people to rub up against each other
and when their surgical appliances lock
they stay together
for the rest of the day (what a day)
I go by to check a slide and I say
that painting’s not so blue

where’s Lana Turner
she’s out eating
and Garbo’s backstage at the Met
everyone’s taking their coat off
so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers
and the park’s full of dancers with their tights and shoes
in little bags
who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y
why not
the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won
and in a sense we’re all winning
we’re alive

the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings are helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the UN
the Seagram Building’s no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)

and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining

oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much

———

Pick which stanza is my favourite?

———

Lines for The Fortune Cookies

I think you’re wonderful and so does everyone else.

Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you—even bigger.

You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not say hello.

You will take a long trip and you will be very happy, though alone.

You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.

In the beginning there was YOU—there will always be YOU, I guess.

You will write a great play and it will run for three performances.

Please phone The Village Voice immediately: they want to interview you.

Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have their eyes on you.

Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics will be your undoing.

Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.

You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you’re legendary!

Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame and fortune.

You will eat cake.

Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?

You think your life is like Pirandello, but it’s really like O’Neill.

A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.

That’s not a run in your stocking, it’s a hand on your leg.

I realize you’ve lived in France, but that doesn’t mean you know EVERYTHING!

You should wear white more often—it becomes you.

The next person to speak to you will have a very intriquing proposal to make.

A lot of people in this room wish they were you.

Have you been to Mike Goldberg’s show? Al Leslie’s? Lee Krasner’s?

At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere, to strangers.

Now that the election’s over, what are you going to do with yourself?

You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.

You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?

Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.

You too could be Premier of France, if only … if only…

VIA

@ 1:27 am

howtofightloneliness:

sandstorms:

(via appleonastick)

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